Two Poems Issue no. 127 Summer 1993 I know this really isn’t Spain. But still,You’d think I’d find my father here, his lipsOn every cup. You’d think the holly bush
Two Poems Issue no. 55 Fall 1972 Passing through, passing through the sea’s afternoons Empty of robin’s eggs
Three Poems Issue no. 51 Spring 1971 In bars of cement lightOrange suns chain across the sky After the consuming rain