Daily Archives: June 16, 2014


the grass grows tallest
near the edge of the thicket

and offers a caesura
from summer’s pulsation

to the meek and ferocious, alike.
A haven for the seemingly disparate

field mice and feral cats,
hiding in the whiskey grass;

neither thinking to sound or move,
until darkness arrives, and

they resume their convictions
of living in the dimmet.