Salt Kingdom, After the Fever Morning fractures across the flats: amber poured into every hollow. Reeds stand blackened and fragile, their husks whispering to wind.
Prairie Psalm with Train in the Distance Dusk lowers its copper basin over the blackland fields. Mesquite breath rises: green, resinous; and somewhere rain is
patienting it will never be an obsolete gerund/ living/ this whatever it is/ this breathing of a run-on sentence far more than just labeling/ far
Strawberries When I asked you, how to say freedom in a Persian dialect from Qom, you laughed: “You have to taste the word, in chalk,