>alley finds


switterbit: an aftertaste of rain

two policemen are holding hands
wild snap peas can actually grow in alleys
look — someone wrapped Earth in fat blue cotton

others are going out for Friday perch

an alarm clock opens and closes its fist
a car door slams, someone races back:
never leave home without your color swatch

I’d hate not knowing anyone named Birdie

this one would take his banjo to a violin concerto
that one trusts in lottery cookies
if god had a soup ladle in his hand, she’d ask for a bite of meat

frog underbellys are grey


About redmitten

author of Cracking Geodes Open, Making Good Use of August, and The Peppermint Bottle. poetry editor for IthacaLit. website: https://toomuchaugust.wordpress.com

4 responses to “>alley finds

  1. >Cotton? I thought it was fine blue silk.

  2. >I just love this….All of it.

  3. Amy

    >I'm with farmlady–all of it.

  4. >you three would be great fun on my next alley drive. what do you find in your alleys?

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