Straight-shooting utilitarian T, balance beam expectant of the snatch- thump of gymnast’s powdered hands, settling the matter of equilibrium onto a birdless, wire- less telephone pole, abject over horizon, watch for the topple onto proud dinner table top, nothing elegant as an empty scale, as in justice deliberating its hang- dog demeanor on the pop drop of wine, liquidContinue reading “Poem for “T””
mabel lee 