I live across the street from a forty-year-old man with Down syndrome.
Jack, I can see you on that New York corner waiting
After a postcard of van Gogh’s “Bedroom at Arles”
Every time I see a bundle of white flowers
Harry’s wife stopped me and started to
I am trying, I am trying
She destroyed the garden in her good pants
Because I looked for two months for the wind-chimes.
You’ll have to find out what motivates you
last frigid winter the koi pond was a sacrifice