Notes: urban edition
Paris, New York, Vancouver
pairings of my photos with poems rescued from Notes, some revised
in the old warehouse district it’s raining parasols while we sit waiting for the sun to shine
iguanas perched on her head bicorn like an old admiral’s headdress her claim to a higher rank
playground of smooth white cement and tiled walls—a stall for children and rain to easily pass through





Nice ice, pink parasols.