Park Lighting II

Desperatealone, again, I takeDesperate
one more step, then fall to my knees my eyes and face turned towards heaven my arms streched out crucified head bent back pleading the desert sun shines downs cynically smirking at this pathetic progress the coarse sand bites into my knees the blood rushes from my head and pulses through my body overcome by the thirst the hunger and pain I fall back, sliding down the dune at the bottom I rest still looking up at the sky, empty, but for the ball of blazing fire that beats down upon me &


Eviction of Alice CarpenterIn the low country, in the swamp-peppered cradle of Louisiana,Eviction of Alice Carpenter
the widow Alice Carpenter trims a potholed lawn made dense
by the suffocating fruitfulness of bayou humidity beyond rickety porch fronts
and the screen door still dewed from morning rainfall.
She pauses.
And she motions insincere welcome with a nod
at the White Man in his tawdry emerald suit.
She watches, blamelessly spiteful, as he steps proudly over cracked cement
and into her peeling kitchen to speak of business with the Brother.
When he l
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