Prometheus in the Alcoholic Rain
Issue #57
Spring 1992
1. This bottlebrush tree (a green clash for the sparrows) Struck me to the rock with one hollow eye Of an indented knot The butte had taken the light Which reappeared in winter branches And voltage wires hung at half-mast....
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