Robin Holcomb Primavera
Yard of white birds
Seen and heard
Through the running screen
Orchard in pale bloom
A man hoes a hall
The sun hasn't hit
On a day you can smell
The Pacific
Liquor
On the breath
Of a wind bearing rain
Liquor
On the breath
Of a wind bearing rain
Lean on the car
Folding your arms
Go unnoticed
Though the dress is red
The car is new
And the eyes are flashing
Wide open
Liquor
On the breath
Of a wind bearing rain
Liquor
On the breath
Of a wind bearing rain
