by Charles Simic / I never gave them a thought. Years had gone by, / Many years. I had plenty of other things / To mull over. This morning I was in the dentist’s chair
Poem Author: Charles Simic
by Charles Simic: I arrange meetings in dreams. / You’ll find yourself tonight / In a strange, fog-bound city / Taking small, apprehensive steps.
by Charles Simic: With the wind gusting so wildly / So unpredictably, / I’m willing to bet one or two ants / May have tumbled over on their backs