Clapboard Walls

clapboard walls
the dust
of gravel alleyways
soles camped out
in summer
whiskey
pressed to
gun-shy lips

strangers asked
for spelling
and their god
in primary colors
like wordless apologies

you gathered nectarines
for a Harvest Moon
banquet
your long-ago's
your decades
on the wind

there
in the corridor
taken by
a fire
faster
than the smoke

Reviews

[LR Young]

This is my other favorite, so far. They are statements, they don't let you pause. They infuse something into you, you know? And the images are so crisp.