Her brittle old tortoise shell prescriptions Blur a head of softly graying curls He needs a cut, she whispers, always
While difficult, it’s necessary: Please forget whatever you’ve learned. Simply cast off far as your reach allows Catch right out
Somewhere even here – a shelter, a safe haven embraces the “we,” the self corrected and wall-taught flowers, who grow
The coin fed gypsy, returned to the arcade this year freshly repaired and painted. Teeth yellow and faintly brown like Daffodil heads bowing to die, like her crookedly redeemed poesy red cheeks just installed.