Who's that knocking at my succulent? The bakyard, Geilston Bay. August 2012.
Could this possibly be the return of the ...[shudder]... TERRORGNOME?
The Young Housewife, William Carlos Williams
At ten AM the young housewife
moves about in negligee behind
the wooden walls of her husband's house.
I pass solitary in my car.
Then again she comes to the curb
to call the ice-man, fish-man, and stands
shy, uncorseted, tucking in
stray ends of hair, and I compare her
to a fallen leaf.
The noiseless wheels of my car
rush with a crackling sound over
dried leaves as I bow and pass smiling.