I want to bump this up because I just feel like Sphereans should be eating this book up with spoons, fingers, shovels, whatever you can lay hands on--get these poems into your mouth.
My copy showed up yesterday and the top of my head has not been in place since. What a poet. The real deal.
When the Amazon package showed up, I unsheathed the book from its cardboard and opened it at random to this:
A Story in Blue
The coed was in the courtyard
by the jacaranda tree.
A scrub jay came to the feeder.
With its little sharp black beak
it flung spray after spray of birdseed
to one side and the other.
The tiny house with its walls of glass
was empty, quite empty.
The jay with a loud cry flew away
and she said, sotto voce,
reminds me of you you prick.
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