f/k/a . . .

I’ve been thinking about conflicts, queues and water closets today.

Until my piece is finished, you can enjoy the poetry of Peggy Willis Lyles:

 

 

 

a trickle

from the wellspring –

clearing sky

 

 

 

 

 

 

processional

cold wind lifts one corner

of the pall

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

cross current—
in the cooler
blue crabs fight

 

 

 

 

  Peggy Lyles 

“processional” & “cross currents–” from To Hear the Rain (Brooks Books, 2002)

“a trickle” - Upstate Dim Sum (Special Guest, 2005/I)

 

 

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  by dagosan: 

the pretty girl’s

sunburnt face –

straw hat on my bald spot

 

                 [June 12, 2005]