Poets are people coated
with transparent scrims
that act like velcro to catch
woes and dross of daily chance,
and keep them until the muse
pours enough milk and honey
for miss and mister poet to make
woes and dross sing and dance.
Dave Read
Poems
Order should be imposed on my poems, but isn't likely to be until I turn to carpentry, or painting, to carry me through the day. The display here is latest first.