July 4, 2004 (Sunday Afternoon): December poetry
Brando is dead–the eulogies are out today,the shadows and the light.And I’m out here mowing the lawn in the summer heat,the reel of the blades like a horse’s neigh,cicadas’ rattle,thinking […]
Brando is dead–the eulogies are out today,the shadows and the light.And I’m out here mowing the lawn in the summer heat,the reel of the blades like a horse’s neigh,cicadas’ rattle,thinking […]