Colon End Parenthesis

What is a smile beyond
the face, besides
voluntary use of muscles, between
two living beings? The Onion pokes
fun at poets again—she responds.

Or Wave

She believes the dirt
can talk, trees and wind join in—this nonverbal

world says more to her
than the one she keeps trying to define

and confine herself to. Poetry
of numbers in vibration is

music. She sees the face
of a god over Big Sur cliffs—sand mixed in.