April 15, 2021

sueoka


Dawn Sueoka

In the age of La Niña




I wept for the buffalo

dropped in cement: buffalo

burgers, buffalo bread, blueberry

buffalo stew

I blissed out on bent sand

on ice

and toy bugle

I waxed my legs and dreamt

of Boulder, its flowers

going every which way.


     
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