Survivals
A year after two autos shrapnelled together,
poetry
Poem
Cut flowers wilt on stone.
Javelins
Hurled so, they once trajectoried
Campo di Fiori
In Rome, on the Campo di Fiori
Woodcut Fiddlehead
The Mirror
Silvered glass relfects the pain of
Flowers
The scent of daisies, lilies-of-the-valley,
Silverfish
Darting further down the water closet,
Scherza Rima
The bullfinch, neckdeep in eyebright, passes
The Flower Blooms Contrite
In Asia, seven childless dead men fall prostrate,
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