long haul gravel in the truck driver’s voice
political rhetoric
the face of a glacier
calves into the sea
her voluptuous curves heirloom tomato
long haul gravel in the truck driver’s voice
political rhetoric
the face of a glacier
calves into the sea
her voluptuous curves heirloom tomato
lockdown . . .
the only friend I have
old radio
rush hour
my eyes stick
to the tower clock
constipation
a mosquito
in the restroom
lazy day . . .
ironing to
my favourite song
under an umbrella
the lovers make up
their own game
taking the field
he plucks some clover
and tucks it in his mitt
I hold the old ball
how he did
my hand as large now
empty seat
who will watch
with me
in the upper deck
three old men
look to the heavens
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