Poems

Dreaming of both.
Being read to by a boy, waiting for rain.
Bitten by flies, fought.
Blistered in Brussels, patched and peeled in London.
Rocks, moss, stonecrop, iron, merds.
Sneezes at evening, poking the peevish gutter.
A dull head among windy spaces.
Signs are taken for wonders. "We would see ...