From Picture to Page: Burst

Photo taken outside my girlfriend's window. Wrote the poem today.

Burst

Stare
at glare.

Clotheslines hide
from sulfur fallout.

Bringing Up An Older Poem

Despite the editorial comment at the bottom of the page, I wrote "Shots Fired" in response to what I thought at the time was an increase in random fireworks around South Boston.

Little did I know.

Read the poem here.

I Believe This

I can believe this.