FIGURE IN THE DOORWAY
I ran from you laughing into the cool of late [...]
I ran from you laughing into the cool of late [...]
The year no garden was planted, I climbed the breezy [...]
I. One summer morning, boy, in green cowboy hat waits [...]
Funny, how he got away with things: the funny way [...]
In her seventh year a shiny, waxen leaf torn by [...]
In marigold mornings the coffee was kept hot for any [...]
Once bent over a drawing table my architect pal works [...]
I saw a man in a wheelchair pause on an [...]
No flower, May, curls of stiff whiskers twisting on her [...]