PERSISTENTLY MONASTIC IN LATE APRIL


Not in the Lesser Antilles

Exactly

(too many iguanas)

Perhaps in Gaul--

Whatever the case, there was volcanic ash in the wine--

A circle of cenobites
Eating Graham crackers

With Caravaggio . . .

You could have kick-boxed a rainbow that afternoon

(no radio waves)

And the woofers

Fell right out of his hands . . .

Funny how desperate are the little ranch castles trimmed out
In hostas to compliment the Yankee banners

Tacked sagging in the double-paned

Winter fortified

University-leased

Cracked storm windows

Behind which stock quotes scrolled along ceaselessly

c/o The Dish Network

I'd love to say I punched a tarpon

Or a walleye

A spring came flying out of the tripoded camera

And hit the sitting subject on the forehead

Not what we expected--

Sir Walter Scott with an aluminum bat

Guacamole and Fritos

Next stop: Branson

We thought we were pretty much doomed to succeed