One and the Wire::

In time traps, the wire 
Wraps itself up shiny bound
And the words they trip
Horses in a silent western
Down to the knees
And tight round the feet
Rips wide open the scaling crack

…unfinished
-Kimberly N. Hunt
8-16-01


Junebug-

You were merry, out of tune
In a bright April June
And the bugs in midair
Caressed your golden hair
And you laughed with a smile
Raised your glass to the gnats
Flew your eyes to the moon
And I stole a small glance
And the smoke from your hand
Like a smolder, ember rose
As I pinched your small cheek
And the wind rose in tune
To your bright April, 
June

-Kimberly N. Hunt
8-16-01


If:

If I had three daugthers, I’d
Name them April, May and June
And if I had a son, I’d name him 
August, too
People think I’m crazy,
But this is what I’d do.

-Kimberly N. Hunt
8-16-01