In Raspberry Gulch

3 1/2″ x 5″ hard ground and aquatint etching
on Somerset paper with black Daniel Smith ink.

Don’t glue the pine cones to the trees
while the telephone watches with purple eyes
and the donut’s an elephant,
glazed, trumpeting music like piccolos
playing themselves.
The moon melts
and flows over the ground like fog
and feeds on the street lights.

The griffins are hidden and waiting.
The moss covered griffins are waiting.