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| edward II wells |  | 1. Elizabeth le May (one) Sometimes I would sit and think in that meeting place. The bus was forever in coming there; the dust, pelting the face; the people as openly abrasive no thought in projectiles - and what is thought - words communicated by the waves, the waves-- through air, through-- like sleek predators through water dragging depths like inverse leaves through the waters of air sitting still while everything around them moves (two) It bent down, down and then swung up -the leaves flicking The circular bar where the absent branch was - once - now a Coccinellidae red core surrounded by a light near butter collar. How smooth and crisply clean the separations that man makes. | |
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