everything that lives moves . . .

everything that lives moves . . .

Sunday, November 12, 2017



For Tansy

T-BIRD

Pallid beams capitulating the night. 
Milk of moon dancing on the hood. 

She said she understood the idea of
solitude while passing Lady Liberty
on the Staten Island Ferry.  How she
needed it too.

How poetry came to her for the first
time that night. 

How New York showed her that she
was just like me.


(published in Deep South Magazine, April 2018)



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