Baby Suzies

there is a

newspaper pile here

i made when i saw

the hummingbird and the

message is blinking one and

if you only knew,

if only you knew i see

the hummingbirds

every day. and now the

grapes are plum purple on

the old smokestack, the

early girls

shamefully red in what

we call the farm and if you only

knew the message has been

blinking one if only you

knew i make the pile of

newspapers

every day and pick the

wild

little

baby

suzies for suzie baby

until they’re gone