Shoot me, please,
right between the eyes,
soon as you’re certain
A pair of honking geese,
bound northeast, no longer
stops me in my tracks –
Won’t make me pivot to watch
them pass, then leave me
talking to the sky.
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.