Stefan Brecht
Recordings
How soon could we regret...
The low-stress rumble..
She's washing the onyx wall..
in the narrow trough...
the tiny jacks...
A sullen face..
The three ladies..
Saturday..
Emergent sudden..
With much retrieval..
As cool yet..
At a small table..
Down towards the Hudson River..
The street unfolds..
there in a fretwork of words...
A dear friend.
and you know what else...