Aliens live In households on the moon. Volcanic rock Juts out of Crater Lake, Full-grown Pines Dwarfed by distance. Boats at harbor In a sleepy Alicante afternoon, Petticoats bordered With intricate lace, The inquisition of the renaissance. Lime trees in Javea, Up away from the sea, A blinker on a buoy Marks territory. The rule of shifting sands In water about your ankles Ends. The water, thereafter, Is deep. Tablecloth over Table Mountain, Aliens live on mushrooms From Voronesh meadows, Garnished with saucy hope. |