A Gathering of Poems
Summer 1985
A Wingbeat of Hope
Suppose gravity suddenly floated off into space, lifting for the first time the corners of our mouths. Suppose the sky a deep blue pool and we the divers in a […]
A Gathering of Poems
Summer 1985
If God Permits
God, pretend my soul is not a gypsy. Pretend that ghosts do not cast shadows that blacken the road in front of another man. Do not pretend I am the […]