C. Dale Young I Love You Poems
- 1. On Privilege
The rampant cane fields rife with disease,
the ocean carrying only shells to the altar,
a beach left to penitents, their easy sweat
cursing the sand that brought an increase
... - 2. Night Air
“If God is Art, then what do we make
of Jasper Johns?” One never knows
what sort of question a patient will pose,
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