ESPRESSO


It pours too little light. Mice, their curved feet, a last breath,
the infant who is stung by a bee. A car backfires in a Milwaukee

   One leper says
a priest in our alley is lost. That's just great. Another family

expression.  There were dolls piled in the sink when she
went back; uneven burning between them, the people across

   Big Opportunity.
The murderous sunflowers seemed to scream along King's

Highway, up on two wheels, Her lovely house in the
swamp, the manager said, street level . . . But that was

   last Friday.
"He's blessing stones,"my sister told me over French coffee.