In January (Ted Kooser Poem)
Only one cell in the frozen hive of night is lit, or so it seems to us: this Vietnamese café, ...
Only one cell in the frozen hive of night is lit, or so it seems to us: this Vietnamese café, ...
First, I would have her be beautiful, and walking carefully up on my poetry at the loneliest moment of an ...
Just past dawn, the sun stands with its heavy red head in a black stanchion of trees, waiting for someone ...
Today, from a distance, I saw you walking away, and without a sound the glittering face of a glacier slid ...
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