Solidarity
The hose is on
running clear into black
of garden earth.
Worming between
the pink Cortland stalks
of ripe rhubarb.
Four kids, our feet
disguised in mud
and horseradish.
Only the pale
seashell of toenails
giving us away.
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Coconut Bandits
Stealthy in bare feet
three bandits come.
Prize swivels high between
striped green leaves.
Earthbound, yet
Mountains are earth, rebelling
Straining against dirt-ness
against gravity
Nicole Dying
A sudden car trip in the dark.
Your blue hands
curled in the coffin.
Disobedience
The sky is oiled orange
gleaming along the metal
and matte of cement steps