One Sentence Poems

Genoa Wilson Not About the Weather As daisies reach their foolhardy heads and gravel ticks the soles of my shoes I am trying to forget the language of snow Genoa Wilson teaches movement and writes poetry in central New York.    

Genoa Wilson In Limon Hot prairie wind whips the sparse yellow grass on your grave. Genoa Wilson used to teach tai chi and hopes to again once all this craziness is done.