Voice of the Apple
Noise of it all
Shining space
Between shadow sun
And opposite's end
Life grows
Toppling
To the sky
In glistening
Majesty
Cabbie
Ranting greetings
In a foreign
Language
Texas grown
Cajun girls
Can't understand
Not what she
Imagined from
The black on
White of books
Read halfway
Or magazines of
Thumb through
Pictures
West Side Story
Didn't
Prepare her
For this
The noise
Of it all
They think
It's hot here
Inner giggle
Whispers
Not as hot
As Texas