Deep Thoughts
Friday, December 30th, 2005What’s missing? Not a friend …
What’s missing? Not a friend …
“This rug is Eastern Anatolian, seventy years old,”the merchant says …
“A dog raced through a cathedral…”
This old canoe and I have drifted to the middle of the lake…
I’m sitting on a chair-shaped rock…
Ungainly silver airborne thug…
In Memory of Bill Matthews
Early in the century’s first morning
we are its first pedestrians.
An unconnected series of poems set in the Park