Collapsing Into Zimbabwe

At the moment of veraison* We don’t yet know how sour Is the fruit. A far Trumped tower Makes the grapes appear appetizing....

Storms are a delight for my albatross. This diver sails giddy on gusts, soaring over volcanoes Threatening to erupt, unspooling lava fields That...

After you depart, I act on your request: To a mountaintop or to the Ganges. To seek a Somewhere for ashes to scatter....