just that daffodil
against a sun-bleached wooden fence
and all shall be well
Glosses on texts by William Desmond
just that daffodil
against a sun-bleached wooden fence
and all shall be well
Blustery Spring day
A bird flies out the window
of this condemned house
Epigram or haiku, I am partial
To the short forms that rhyme with Martial.
Here lies a distinguished Formalist
Who wanted us to understand
The world not of the open hand
But the closed fist.
An image is a raveled narrative.