If only we could touch the things of this world at their center, if we could only hear tiny leaves of birch struggling toward April, then we would know.
Destination zero: poems, 1970-1995 (ed. White Pine Pr, 1995)
If only we could touch the things of this world at their center, if we could only hear tiny leaves of birch struggling toward April, then we would know.
Destination zero: poems, 1970-1995 (ed. White Pine Pr, 1995)