Oysterville
A poem
Beside your trinket house
the garden gathered rain. I pulled pears
from the pear tree, and saw a few things
grow (the wise, dumb pumpkins
engorged below the gate…)
I split a stump, wrote letters, gathered
oysters, ate the rain.
A poem
Beside your trinket house
the garden gathered rain. I pulled pears
from the pear tree, and saw a few things
grow (the wise, dumb pumpkins
engorged below the gate…)
I split a stump, wrote letters, gathered
oysters, ate the rain.