Color Tour
The buses full of tourists jammed the lot. They’d come to see the trees and be beguiled. A woman pulled
The buses full of tourists jammed the lot. They’d come to see the trees and be beguiled. A woman pulled
“Do two walk together, unless they have agreed to do so?” His name was Amos and his blackness stoodagainst the
The rain, like settled sadness,Beat on the pool for hoursAnd littered it with branchesAnd fragments of dead flowers The pounding
The day that my grandfather diedI sat on the loose-shingled roofAtop the beaten shed that stoodBehind his gray and gabled