Along the side of the road I found a silver goblet which had been used as an ashtray
Returning, remembering, regrets
What would Emily do?
You call this a poem?
The ballad of Don and Dee
In which a poet realizes he’d better exit a yoga class
A poem about the sun
Someone puts “Saxapahaw” in an e-mail and you have to write a poem
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