Old Mangoes I Tossed in the Surf
The sandy rotting mangoes in the surf / that tumble softly— these that, fragrant, roll—
The Wild Boars at Ephesus / Shawn Pham
Their paths would choke up in a season / Without the constant use, which surely wears / The boar-flesh worse than the cruel brambles.
Ballad of a Homesick Traveler / Ezra Lewis
Abroad I sought a nearer truth, / To lay up in my heart, …