Three from Third Wednesday (poem)

As Things Are Pink and glistening umbilicus writhes blindly among the peony roots. Tiny, scarlet-feathered dinosaurs pull it wriggling from the soil. I grin and bare my pacu teeth and watch with my chimpanzee eyes.   Driving on an August Evening Cicada’s hacksaw jabber storming the air of Highway 46, tree-song  and dusk-wind and engine-hum, … Continue reading Three from Third Wednesday (poem)