
I start to think you stink
like Beowulf

More Than a Handful is about revisiting childhood and seeing things both as a child and as an adult.

It's all how you juggle the chaos,
the strife of a circus life.

Backward, echoing, mirroring
It is provocative to postulate

He's seen enough of his mistress preening.

Clouds of blue and yellow remind us of our home.

Dimensions but not directions divined.

Klee’s kids skin their knees
and cavort under
blue-sheeted shrouds.

sunward stretching
Leonard lengthening limbs

We stand by the winter pond, Look each other in the eye, Then look away.