American Fractal

Poem for the Valentines

34 Poem for theValentines Iridescent in the intersection of Laurel and Burbank, a lime vest bobs like a charm without a chain. Two hands holding flares guide the idle traffic home, while overhead in the apple-picker an electrician works his quiet length of cord. In lieu of flowers, he thinks, the redundancy of the grid: Just this one signal gone limp in the wind. While far outside the darkness, a delicate nose licks at the petals of a rose; a pair of lobsters are waiting for the pot. ...