Poems from joestronge
The year's pecan harvest
Not a hat worth's full
Gentleman farmer CEO
Up high in city boardroom
Divulged
I can lean back
On my molosser
And giggle
It means
The world
To ze
Three tourists playing
Swept over
Mount Vernon Falls
360 feet below
She eats
Wipes her mouth
Certain Taoist adepts cheer
Oh how they dance and raise a cry
While the cortège of some enemy
Their posts and lintels
Goes flowing by
A lemniscate at Rhinebeck
What Zsuzsanna passed along
"One puli two hundred sheep"
And her oak leaf wreath
On the fence crown