VINYL POETRY

Volume 2, November 2010

BIRDIE
Nate PrittsView Contributor’s Note

Emergency Postcard to L.R.

Dandelion stalks populate the yard, reaching in rusty light, & who knows why their fuzzy heads are vacant? I can see the dew on the grass from where I’m sitting just like I can hear you in your voice. Who would question my desire to run outside & feel the dangerous AM dampness or to risk it all to tell you about it? —Nate