Gimme all the Hass you got.

Everyone comes here from a long way off
(is a line from a poem I read last night).

--September Notebook: Stories

Ah, love, this is fear. This is fear and syllables
and the beginnings of beauty. We have walked the city,

--Sunrise

The woman I love is greedy,
but she refuses greed.
She walks so straightly.
When I ask her what she wants,
she says, "A yellow bicycle."

--The Yellow Bicycle

Afternoon cooking in the fall sun--
who is more naked
                                    than the man
yelling, "Hey, I'm home!"
                  to an empty house?

--Song

eggplant parsley rye ROBERT pepper onion dill HASS