Monday, October 27, 2008


Only 13 pages
before another petal falls off.


Off it went, down to the walnut.

                 A swollen river over a limp flag
bursts with tedium.   (down to the walnut)

                A circuit date (restaurant,
        cafe, record store, bar,
              drink, dance,
      drank, smooch,

drunken whoopee).

He’s luscious;

On Saturday — Sonoma!
At the advice of the lady in the square,
venture up to Benziger,
drink muscat under a big tree,
crackers, brie....

“Hey, is this walnut?”

On to Olive Press,
eat olives.


Valley of the Moon,
the moon under an azalea bloom.