The Neighbors Are so quiet – they rarely appear – The washing is there but We never see them There are times When I walk out early & the street is empty When an old car with faded paint Backs... Continue Reading →
Table Who do you groan When I lean on you With my arms? You were so strong When you were a tree Bending & weaving In terrible winds While gripping the Earth with deep root Fingers From day 3 of... Continue Reading →
Poetry Breakfast 