21 September 2005 | Vol. 5, No. 3

Notes for a Thirty Volume Letter To You

by DAVID J. ALWORTH

"We are trying to decipher what you have been shouting

                For the past forty minutes

To the young couple sitting at the corner table of a patio café,

                A few bulging veins snaking up your forehead,

Your hand inching closer and closer to his corn niblets,

                Your words jumbled by the peat moss in your mouth."

Things have come to this.

                I'll see a man dancing in the park with a ukulele,