the girl was slung to the ground like:
(a) a sack of garbage into a dumpster.
(b) somebody had something to prove.
Why is it, in Bristol Bay, a sea cormorant
hovers, sings a two-fold song with a hinged cover
The lips of vanished flames in lava coals
glow vermillion as an egg cracks. Dip two.
He leaves me a great silence
And I wish I had one million American bucks
To tip the exuberant Alan.
So I drove the long haul to Downey
and parked near an enclosed area
alongside the Los Angeles River.
I got out of the car,
Each petal pulled // I’d recite // he loves me // he loves me not
God must // in the most bloated nights // the fullest nights
May we always recognize the multitude of gifts that surround us.
May our homes, schools, and communities be filled with the wisdom
and optimism that reflect a generous spirit.