Gravity hurls earth toward the furnace of the sun,
and pulls us toward earth’s molten core.
On her slant axis, earth turns days to nights to days
For us to spin into threads, weave fabrics,
or make carpets that show the moon to the sun.
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.