A summer salad that takes advantage of seasonal offerings at the farmers market.
When you never came
to collect me, I took a cab
to the art museum downtown.
Foolish heart-shiver woman,
With the weather finally showing signs of spring, that can mean only one thing: It’s farmers market season.
As a middle name, it meant shelter.
Daddies knew that erecting it centered
anything in front or back against
the influence of northern wind
Enjoy a poem a day on our site throughout April.
A flower bed graveyard for
larger than life
scattered with pecan shells and
family pets in shoeboxes