

Hot GardenMy tomato, reddening on a Kansas vineHot Garden
My new love, straddling the dam before the mountains
A favorite fruit in my blood
Sliced. The dam breaks open and you wash through &nb


A Foreign ManHe wondered how,A Foreign Man
and maybe he belonged here next to me on the wooden balcony. looking down on the empty lot.
They all belong to someone,
that one in the corner belonged to me. And a strange human walked down the road, from under the glowing night trees. We wondered could he hear us. Does he know above his lonely groceries, that we wonder if hes lonely. We turned to the orange blossoms--which were always in season. And confused ourselves-- The small cat climbed through the limbs and surely split in to two.