Poetry Archive

LATELY

LATELY

When I was a boy
the world was my dream.

It was
big enough for me.



ALL IN ITS PLACE

ALL IN ITS PLACE

Suburban dandilions,
all weedy,
become,
in rural meadows,
thick strewn
golden stars.



TAM

TAM

When God was done with you
I closed your eyes
crossed your arms
and pulled over the sheet.