some poems from my 7 hour train ride today (wow aaron's spacebar is really annoying--it requires its own punch)--
somewhere in the woods
of western mass
you'll find a place
where they keep lawnmowers
huddled together enmasse
green, red, blue, rusted metal
an everywhichway lineup
between a field
(their small job)
and wild fall
more later---went and had mexican (good but not goot in my stomach); aaron's yellow squared shirt(:
posted by Liza 16.10.01