Poems

Onion Days Mrs. Gabrielle Giovannitti comes along Peoria Street every morning at nine o’clock With kindling wood piled on top of her head, her eyes looking […]

Our Prayer Of Thanks For the gladness here where the sun is shining at evening on the weeds at the river, Our prayer of thanks. For […]

Pals Take a hold now On the silver handles here, Six silver handles, One for each of his old pals. Take hold And lift him down […]

Passers-By Passers-by, Out of your many faces Flash memories to me Now at the day end Away from the sidewalks Where your shoe soles traveled And […]

Pearl Fog Open the door now. Go roll up the collar of your coat To walk in the changing scarf of mist. Tell your sins here […]

Pennsylvania I have been in Pennsylvania, In the Monongahela and Hocking Valleys. In the blue Susquehanna On a Saturday morning I saw a mounted constabulary go […]

People Who Must I painted on the roof of a skyscraper. I painted a long while and called it a day’s work. The people on the […]

Personality Musings of a Police Reporter in the Identification Bureau You have loved forty women, but you have only one thumb. You have led a hundred […]

Picnic Boat Sunday night and the park policemen tell each other it is dark as a stack of black cats on Lake Michigan. A big picnic […]

Plowboy After the last red sunset glimmer, Black on the line of a low hill rise, Formed into moving shadows, I saw A plowboy and two […]