EXIST IN THE SPACE PROVIDED

                       The wood nymphs

                       are without merit.

                       They stole the onion bulbs

                       from my garage,

                       the ones I was saving

                       for next Spring,

                       and carried them to

                       their moss covered arbor

                       deep in the woods.

                       They mistakenly imagined

                       our warm nights

                       for enchantment.

A FONDALING COUPLE'S FORMULA FOR THEIR NEXT SCREW

The furniture is listening, no doubt.

Don't you dare stand

in the center of the room

or you may be grievously misled

by the couch's soft arms

or the table's condescending stetson.