Outside, a thunderstorm.
Ice water and ice cream.
Our 15-yurt commune is dissolving into acrimony and acorn flour.
My dog was sent to a canine inn
Five Poems
If the day is not in it—some bitof its weather, its key, as toldby the ginkgo leaves. The weatherholds time, exquisite information. Life is not a dream like a scenein a novel I’ll never forget. I mean,it happened to me, and I will forget.It’s that ki
