Dinner with Rousseau by Cynthia Lewis-Jones
Fine dining in a clearing in the Jungle
Nude, but for my Peacock Choos
Sitting at the table
Every Day Poems
Fine dining in a clearing in the Jungle
Nude, but for my Peacock Choos
Sitting at the table
The rust iron wing of a train horn
pinballs down glass and steel canyons,
Breathless, the whole way
down, skimming
fuchsia, rag-ferns,