A dim burble from the void. At first ineffectual, A five year old's drawing Hung tremulous in the lens. So you're there after all. Spinning a silent...
Why prove myself in verse? Thin residue of a bullied childhood? On the line my frail ego flaps To set the playground straight. The cat gazes ground-...
No I won't forget this day This luminous day We stepped into the Golden West When it seemed for the width Of an afternoon We might lay all our fears...