sun gone to clouds
my spine wild as yarrow
rattling down Files Hill
drifting in a black blouse
white flowers on a black blouse
white flowers with comfortable shoes
ring tapping the wheel
song of tomatoes in my ear
sun gone to clouds, but warm
ring singing any old song
Files Hill pattering leaves frame
slanted light still remains
comfortable shoes
a blouse hanging loose
a fork full of trouble
trouble jerked free
white flowers loose stream
ring, ring, ring tapping
shoes blooming, blooming yarrow
sun gone to clouds, but still warm
Published in:
Puckerbrush Review
Spring/Summer 2007