Under the Longwood Avenue Bridge, Boston

mind ablaze, new treads made, wet-bleak with honking geese, a simpering wind

Darwins Ltd.

things just look better on a doily, offsetting sheer, plump, vain glory

Under the Benjamin Franklin Bridge, Philadelphia

old town, furtive, miles of grey windswept looks from my lover like that, we turn one.

Toro

a-burst, blindingly fresh; blood and bark binds us in photosynthesis

Crema Cafe

low, gutteral moans of a milked cow, translated; dear, sweet, rich butter