Poem Author: Len Roberts


by Len Roberts: My son out in the dark / picking the last / tomatoes and peppers

April Dusk, Wassergass

Dull pewter light on the pond      fringed with the green shadows of trees      across the road, the sky one big pewter cloud it’s hard                to look straight into, all that glare that says there’s more light up there                    than we can bear, which makes me remember Matthew’s The lamp of the …

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