Neither in pools of snowmelt,
nor in schools of orderly ideas,
do poems collect;you’ll find
them on the free range of the
imagination, where hell is a corral,
and you ride a feisty mustang.
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.