Monday, July 12th, 2010
Twelfth Issue
SOLSTICE
She is happy her father has come without excuse.
Against glowing moths and Milky Way, they collect
flashlight, matchbook, the box of fireworks.
And since he is happy, they sing and arrange
cardboard tubes, volcanoes named jade garden,
butterfly burst, stairs to heaven
in the middle of the gravel drive –- silver
and orange fountains repeat and fizzle.
The girl hops and gasps. […]
