Wednesday, March 31, 2021
4
Daybreak exhumes
the edifice out of the night
and lights its many gilded eyes.
Friday, March 26, 2021
3
The river thunders.
In fits, the mist lifts over
the bridge, and a hierarchy
of green climbs the cliffs
till crowning the falls.
Dr. Williams, do these
things hold ideas?
Friday, March 19, 2021
2
Chrysler building ripples
in street puddle
Thursday, March 18, 2021
1
I'm starting a series of small poems that are pictures, real or imagined.
My window
frames you, dove,
frozen above
the naked oak.
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