Tuesday, October 1, 2013


I wholly intend 
to use these
round words to get you 

to see in your mind—the same
way that 
I see in mine—
some pretty
carelessly strewn-
about thoughts

and to have to them appear—not just
within you, but
before you too; like so many
humble roadside 
wildflowers in long and late-
morning sun-
light would—twiggy purple
burr brown-
red with shocks 
of cottony 
October yellow—the kind
that look just
haplessly right 
at home no matter what. But how

am I going
to know how I'm doing?  Wait—

ever tell me.