Category: poems

small (poem)

small world small people small talk

New York Times

The way the plovers cry goodbye.The way the dead fox keeps on looking down the hill with open eye.The way

I was sad all day, and why not. There I was, books piledon both sides of the table, paper stacked

I, a stranger and afraid In a world I never made. from The Laws of God, The Laws of Man,

Tell me who canCatch a toucan?Lou can. Just how few canRide the toucan?Two can. What kind of goo canStick you