How did I survive my first thirty-five years without the extravagance of crepe myrtle in high summer, glamorizing every suburban street and strip mall, reminding me that gratitude is the one sustainable response to being alive?
@LaughingMonki I have his selected poems, and it has two of the sonnets, XII ("Full woman, fleshy apple")and XVII ("I don't love you as if you were the salt-rose"). Both are gorgeous, I want to read more of them.