Ron Padgett – Wristwatch
I’ve just written six
or seven short poems
in about half an hour,
in a cabin
on a pond
A June day under the Jungfrau.
Near the railway that brought her here,
an old woman sits on a bench.
She isn’t facing the Jungfrau
but the Hotel Belvedere
Gary Copeland Lilley – Sermon of the Dreadnaught
The guitar: I take communion
daily in this shack of a church
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight