Small girls with gaudy flowers
flash down the bare walk road

her eyes and smile are elsewhere:
swelling out and sailing to the future

the curvd lines toe-drawn, round cornerd squares
bulge out doubles from its single pillar line, like,
Venus of the Stone Age.

First            Samish Bay
             then all morning, hunting oysters

August was foggy,
September dry.
October grew too hot.

Plunging donkey          puberty devi 
       flings her thighs, swinging long 
   legs backward on her mount 

WANOKA (AP) Chimney Rock, which stood for centuries on the Oklahoma plain as a towering guide for covered wagons crossing the treacherous Cimarron River, has fallen victim to the same forces which created it. “Moisture and wind, the tools that sculpted it, reduced the eerie formation to a heap of rubble,” said Ernie Crumpler, Oklahoma University geologist.

Getting ten thousand feet “closer to nature”
by Desolation Trail
they had seen their breath in mid-July.

I remember when the lights cut out in Prek Eng
the women kept cooking
Three whole tomatoes fried in the dark

Often I have knelt beside her as she lay on the white leather sofa,
repeating to herself, Maybe one day I die soon. All my life, I’ve heard this