Classic Poem

Don't take
the steak
I ain't
Dunedin.
— Robert Creeley,

Hello

Ear Shot

Here is the spare



aside the locker room


where I am marooned

Thermal Gardens

This


is not the blue


lake or pink


lake or orange


lake — just a


lake, landed


by an unobliging


perseverance who


snaps, world


weary, not worried


& all the


pushchairs plod


along the potted


parts.



The Beauty of Brevity, the Bananas of Antibes

Poussin did not eat baloney.

Harsh Light

I don't think I


can keep her


from the lighter


much longer


Free Turn

If I had a dime
for every hour I've had
peace of mind
I'd still be a poor man

[or]

I was gay & carefree
but now I am grave with
responsibility

No Pastrami

Walt! I'm with you in Sydney
Where the echoes of Mamaroneck howl
Down the outback's pixilating corridors

Historic Bookplates of California

No end to envy.