by Bob Brill
in a junk-filled yard
a rusted car on cinder blocks
no tires no doors
through the round hole in a fender
where once a headlight gleamed
a sunflower opens its petals
by Bob Brill
in a junk-filled yard
a rusted car on cinder blocks
no tires no doors
through the round hole in a fender
where once a headlight gleamed
a sunflower opens its petals