Poems

Trafficker Among the shadows where two streets cross, A woman lurks in the dark and waits To move on when a policeman heaves in view. Smiling […]

Troths Yellow dust on a bumble bee’s wing, Grey lights in a woman’s asking eyes, Red ruins in the changing sunset embers: I take you and […]

Two Memory of you is . . . a blue spear of flower. I cannot remember the name of it. Alongside a bold dripping poppy is […]

Two Neighbors Faces of two eternities keep looking at me. One is Omar Khayam and the red stuff wherein men forget yesterday and to-morrow and remember […]

Under I I am the undertow Washing tides of power Battering the pillars Under your things of high law. II I am a sleepless Slowfaring eater, […]

Under A Hat Rim While the hum and the hurry Of passing footfalls Beat in my ear like the restless surf Of a wind-blown sea, A […]

Under a Telephone Pole I am a copper wire slung in the air, Slim against the sun I make not even a clear line of shadow. […]

Under the Harvest Moon Under the harvest moon, When the soft silver Drips shimmering Over the garden nights, Death, the gray mocker, Comes and whispers to […]

Uplands In May Wonder as of old things Fresh and fair come back Hangs over pasture and road. Lush in the lowland grasses rise And upland […]

Upstairs I too have a garret of old playthings. I have tin soldiers with broken arms upstairs. I have a wagon and the wheels gone upstairs. […]