Four Perspectives on the Power of Poetry
I. A man sits on a park bench. The wind ruffles his hair, But the rest of him is undisturbed. II. The wind blows through the branches Of trees, swaying…
Poem: The Moon was a Full Moon
The moon was a full moon: heavenly flex. Full of itself and the light of the sun, The marble remains of a magnificent nude, A bare breast in the night…