You have to be carefulwhen a poem twitches its ears.
I do worry aboutplanting a cactus in the New England woodsand hauling mangroves that practically live under waterout to the Mojave
I thought I lost myself in a conference room.Gleaming mahogany tableVeneer of glossed lipsSmooth hair and ideas shining like…
At the midpoint of the staircaseA dead squirrel,A canopy of cottonwood branches,And my startled…