J.C. SCHARL
“See, along the path those clustered sword-like leaves? / Those are the irises, my son”
Sestina
TIEL AISHA ANSARI
“It’s not a secret history, / The roots of jazz”
PETER SWANSON
“They change their bills / From green to feather hues, then buy the beers, / Push back the dampened sleeves. “
