February 4, 2004
technology
by Lisa Espenmiller
oranges arrive
from some remote summer.
apples appear
from a far away cold.
people struck dumb
when their pagers go down.
she no longer bleeds
with the moon.
she misses
the absence and return.
she's forgetting how
to yearn.
she's hungry
for seasons.
for cycles
for anything round.
by Lisa Espenmiller