Attention portraits. Attention poets. Your pages here.
Parked by the dollars. Parked by the door. For good.
April comes out wearing trousers. Nothing superfluous.
Good American pants. The kind we think we’re wearing.
Join us for poems and drop the metaphors at the door.
Always within this context. Polyhedral spinning. In sunlight.
Lines like old trees in older forests. Engaged. Espoused.
Feed me. Feed me. Mama Papa Bird. In a single. Single word.