second day in a row waking
with a serious hunger for
freshsqueezed orange juice
not mediocre orange juice
but juice from the oranges at the sweet tree stand
at the far end of the hillcrest farmers market
where the woman whose name i can’t remember
cuts me 2 for 1 deals
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i like to garden alone i say
which sounds brattybut self aware
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a litany
for the 1,200 (+?) pigs found
dead and dumped into
a river near shanghai
I am enjoying your poems so much. I think the most honest comment I could offer on any of them is you have a voice uniquely your own and that is very impressive and attractive to me as a poet. I always come away from your blog with a sense of having been both entertained and challenged.