Sunday, May 29, 2016


Did I Miss Hearing You?

“I don’t remember seeding
you.”  Clearly, I said that.
“Grow open my mouth //
that I may speak as I speak”
...(Brandon Shimoda)... “a
sea forms,” he continues.
The clicking also continues
outside my bedroom win-
dow.  Does that mean that I
am to be continued?  (Sound-
ly, resoundingly.)  Now I
hear cars whizzing down
the main street of my
youth, which is High-
way 22 in Northwest
Arkansas.  The whizzing,
however, is actually just
waves finding their var-
ious ways ashore.  (Whew!)