Ryan Boyd


In January’s tank
Winter lettuce opens
Its grotesque electric purple,
Flukes and frills
Like baby auroras
Touching the sleet to beads,
Scentless, nobody’s food.
Against the quartz
Of wind it spins,
All itself alone
By a neighbor’s doorstep.


Ryan Boyd lives in Los Angeles and teaches in the Writing Program at the University of Southern California.

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