Tuesday, February 5, 2008

Three removes from the corner of Grant and Villejo, someone named Brodsky, gender unknown, returns like an echo, like fingertips, the tail of a lizard, the lilac skirt . . . behold: the perfect ear.

1 comment:

Ahab Cloud said...

Much of this (what?) is culled from a poem by Joseph Broksky called "Cafe Trieste: San Francisco." Part of my new program - take it (what?) where you find it.