The Poet
I would enquire of you
The Slinger leaning forward askt
One of the 4 Great Questions
Edward Dorn
Poetry
The Sense Comes Over Me, and the Waning Light of Man, by the 1st National Bank
My stepfather stood on the corner
by the national bank, quiet
The problem of the poem for my daughter, left unsolved
The darkness rings.
the surface from
of the face, a halo