- Meditation By The Stove
I have banked the fires
of my body
into a small but steady blaze
here in the kitchen
...
- The Months
January
Contorted by wind,
mere armatures for ice or snow,
...
- To A Daughter Leaving Home
When I taught you
at eight to ride
a bicycle, loping along
beside you
...
- The New Dog
Into the gravity of my life,
the serious ceremonies
of polish and paper
and pen, has come
...
- Prosody 101
When they taught me that what mattered most
was not the strict iambic line goose-stepping
over the page but the variations
in that line and the tension produced
...