by Beverly Burch: for my daughter / First we’ll describe Asunción: slow-moving and luminous hot then hotter, the sun shining even when it rains.
Poem Author: Beverly Burch
by Beverly Burch: We stopped for lunch, a bare schoolyard, / a wooden table exposed to summer sun.
by Beverly Burch: On a low sloping hillside in early December— / where? Tennessee? New Jersey?—we lay back / after a long walk. You went on about something, / maybe politics—I’d stopped listening.