Life From a Garden Fence A wooden rain barrel— weathered and worn— slowly bleeds sweet elixir in drips and drabs through weakening seams, among yellow and pink Chrysanthemums and old magnolias, tolerant of violet thistles’ motivated peeks. Dandelion Wine Sittin’ on the back porch— drunk on gasoline and baseball cards— I’m rockin’ to the creaks of bones and backyard poplars that sway in the summer breeze. Clouds pull like flour sack dishcloths ‘cross God’s baby blue to hold back...
