for the Spring Street Poets
We did not bring poems on papers.
We brought instead little crystal bowls,
arranged them in patterns around our feet.
Leaning down, we poured
olive oil into the bowls,
added fragrances drop by drop.
After Karla had poured her oil,
we said Stop.
The smell of green
I wrote this in 1998. It was a real dream I had after my first reading with The Spring St. Poets.