Various and Sundry Poetry


at last, a morning lunatic with heat,
when a bowl of cherries is high art.

at last, a vigorous spray of mint and rosebud
and the tease of citronella.

at last, the secret beachcombs for one magical seashell,
and all that is patient and electric.

at last, the year's grand and glorious incandescence,
the world waking into equinox.

last night, an angel mosquito feasted on my neck and drugged me
into summer.