Poetry. "Pebbles let slip/ their silver admits/ a brown. Granite, trying hard/ to keep up, concedes/ blue interrupts its gray./ The cosmos proves orange/ and pink compatible.// A cardinal flares up./ Low, lying clouds insist/ light isn't in charge./ A gunmetal V of geese/ makes a point of leaving/ nothing to think about"--from "Opening Arugments." Saddlestapled chapbook.
