FIVE SHORT POEMS Dew as though delighted that I am up and out of bed sane and smiling Morning diner talk smell of the highway church bells in the butter Dilapidated basket she left behind good for only starting a fire While eating an egg I watch the dog chewing the end of its tail …
While We Agreed Finally, it stopped raining. It had been a windy rain and the wind and the rain kept coming through the windows. It seemed that the small table where we ate was always wet. I remember drizzly rain falling on our eggs. For some reason, it was especially noticeable on the yolks. Eating …
Ronald Baatz is a poet whose last book of poems, Bird Standing, was published by Blind Dog Press in Australia. ***** Five Small Poems Its shadow sufficient to bring the pear to perfection- cold sunlight in a cold window I am still alone I am singing like a bird I feel like a fool but …
Like the smell of a distant holy place on fire.
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