Sand Shifts sand shifts, flickering, like diamond lusterdragonflies move their wings independently, hoveringripe figs gingerly nudge tiny limbs, so her fruit falls from treesdahlias slowly open their multi-colored hearts to give pollen to bees oceans play on sand that has layers of treasures like petals on a floretskillful hands tenderly peel away veils that cover…
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“Worn Slap Out” Now On Spillwords
Worn Slap Out Ms. Egret lay her scrawny neck upon my braless chestTears sting like chigger bites for her lonesome sorrowWhite fluff, her hatchling falls over yonder from her nestI’ll fetch her from between the cattails sun-up tomorrow Ma is looking for my fresh-skinned catch, a small catfishHushpuppies nip and growl when they hit…
Blood Petunias
coming from the land of the drunken sunwhere he ended and I barely dare becomeshe was a crow that brought us all togetherrum drizzling, thunderbolt winter weatherrioting lot she was afflicting all kinds of harmliving on those four acres of our teeny farmbleeding red petunias into fine white sandthriving while growing things on fertile landforgiveness…
