A Spate of Industry

late last evening and we have a few poems to share.  Drafts, as usual--they need to mellow a bit before I can figure out what to do with them--because one thing I have learned is that the first draft is like the fiftieth draft, but I almost always over-write and so I have to figure out how to pare back how to expose the succulent flesh rather than present the whole unpleasant pineapple.