Sonnet Fifteen
It’s nine o’clock and I’m washing
clothes again. By midnight
the sky will be bleached of sun
and stars will stain my dreams
with people I used to know.
By two AM I’ll deduce
a narrative is being born.
By three I’ll finally escape.
Instead of asparagus I’ll ask
for broccoli or maybe satin
sheets. I remember Abraham.
It tickles when you toggle me.
I wonder if there’s silence
under seas or does salt cleanse
the machinery of all peppermint.
~Nolo Lingua 2005
THE SHAPE OF THE WIND
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We are almost at the end of the season of autumn according to the old Hokku 
Calendar. Halloween marks the end for us — and also the beginning of 
winter. So...
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1 comment:
Thanks. And not exactly. But tenure would be nice.
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