The path of desire
does not follow right angles
or obey the warning signs.
It cuts diagonals across vacant lots,
crawls through holes in chain-link fences
and treads on broken glass.
Bloody footprints mark the way,
one set flat and wide, the other
with narrow heels like ripe red plums.
Previously published at Contemporary American Voices, Lisa Zaran, Editor, where I was the featured poet in June 2012. To read my work and the poems of my invited guests Joanna S. Lee and Bryan Borland, scroll down the left column at Contemporary American Voices and click on the June 2012 link.
Lower Sunnyslope Opera 