after the storm
flowers grow
and bloom
yet again
—
Lisa and I, 1979
among the crepe myrtle
and spring flowers
of austin’s japanese garden
we would feast
on canned smoked oysters
cheap wine and each other
—
the world exists
in front of you
with luck
a peripheral sight
expands you
enough to bend
back upon your vision
to create a new sense
of self that can see
how great a fool you are
(from “Sonnet, a Renga, 2011-2012)
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