Poems
by Bob
Carlton
“the thick mist...”
the thick mist
of forgetfulness
hovers over
my day
while the grackles
make a Mozart
on the backyard
power lines
“intent/cannot be...”
intent
cannot be
inferred
through pain
merely
Schism
the problem is not
the Word of God
the problem is in
the Ear of Man
Terroir
she stomped my heart
like a champagne grape
now she has my heart
felt thanks
