https://padlet.com/ewallace001/vvlfv038wj3 poems en-us 2018-06-04 12:07:55 UTC 2018-06-05 13:38:02 UTC hello@padlet.com ewallace001 https://padlet.com/ewallace001/vvlfv038wj3/wish/265375568 the day is fresh-washed and fair and there's a smell of tulips and narcissus in the air.
The sunshine pours in at the bath room window and bores through the water in the  bath tub
in lathes and planes of greenish white. It cleaves the water into flaws like a jewel  and cracks it to
bright light.
Little spots of sunshine lie on the surface of the water and dance dance  and their relfections
wobble deliciously over the ceiling a stair of my finger sets them whirring reeling.I move a foot and
the planes of light in the water jar.I lie back and laugh and let the greenish white water sun
flawed beryl water flow over me.The day is almost too bright to bear the green water covers me
from the too bight day.I will lie here awhile and play with the and the sun spots.The sky is
blue and high.A crow flaps by window and there is a whiff of tulips and narcissus in the air.




]]> 2018-06-04 12:58:16 UTC https://padlet.com/ewallace001/vvlfv038wj3/wish/265375568 ewallace001 https://padlet.com/ewallace001/vvlfv038wj3/wish/265398092 2018-06-04 14:16:39 UTC https://padlet.com/ewallace001/vvlfv038wj3/wish/265398092 ewallace001 https://padlet.com/ewallace001/vvlfv038wj3/wish/265623725 This  fireman comes every after noon 
to the cafe on the corner 
dressed for his shift in clean dark blue.
This time it's the second Wednesday of january
and he's meeting his daughter again
who must be five or six
and who is always waiting for her father like this
in her charcoal gray plaid skirt
with green and red stripes
she probably comes here straight from school
her glasses a couple nickels thick.]]> 2018-06-05 12:42:21 UTC https://padlet.com/ewallace001/vvlfv038wj3/wish/265623725 ewallace001 https://padlet.com/ewallace001/vvlfv038wj3/wish/265635700 The love i want 
is the size of the watermelon
ripe and green and dropping down 
my mouth down my fingers
making home inside
the crevices of my skin.
sticky and utterly sweet.
I find the things that i want
are always too big to eat
and if i force it down
my own throat
i can never digest it.
I vomit all the seeds planted
all that pink river just swimming
away from me never wanting 
to live inside this girl
who is unable
to carry to much.]]> 2018-06-05 13:27:40 UTC https://padlet.com/ewallace001/vvlfv038wj3/wish/265635700