For a nod to Kafka, from A Book of Luminous Things, edited by Czeslaw Milosz.
from Ordinance on Arrival / by Naomi Lazard, b. 1936
These things have always been
in short supply; now
they are impossible to obtain.
Summer
DPF / Fernandes
For the city I haunted for about 14 years, from Poem-A-Day today on Poets.org. My sister and her family still live there and head back home today; they retreat to the sea each night. The rest of the poem may be found here:
http://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/jungle
from The Jungle / by Megan Fernandes
In midsummer, in Los Angeles,
the night is fractured
with mountains, grilling ink
into the blue thaw.
DPF / Revard
For weeds more green and baby rabbits, from Poetry Foundation.
from Another Sunday Morning / by Carter Revard, b. 1931
What I walked down to the highway for,
through the summer dawn,
was the Sunday funnies,
or so I thought—
DPF / Ferlinghetti
For Ferris wheels, from Poetry, 2015.
from Beatitudes Visuales Mexicanas / by Lawrence Ferlinghetti
In early morning in the great garden of Xalapa, with its terraces and immense jacaranda trees, pines + palms, there are black birds with cries like bells
