120 holga

spring in wnc 2011

DRAFT notes (from B)

INFUSION

Pear blossoms cover one lawn—
a snowy coat that makes time skip

to keep up. So quickly the April day

goes cold. I think in all directions:

of winter: of fields: of the countryside
abandoned as cities filled with hope, then less,
and less than less—
this suburban lawn
my green winter tea, steeped.

DRAFT notes (from B)

To the Good Life

Of feta, green oil and black olives.
The waves ride high for Ondine

Who thrives on each spumey motion.
Of The Residential Moby Dick Bar and

Breakfast, another anomaly rising from the Aegean.
Of cliff cave, goat gorge, and the fisherman’s

Pet goose that won’t stop hissing
While fresh squid is rolled in cracked pepper.

Of a white bull not named Minotaur,
Free from our violent and mythic occasions.