God our Shelter
left his home
to dwell with every beast
no roof his own
no pillow, either
yet see how they're kept
safe beneath pinions
safe, on his breast
Exotic Fruit for the Poetic Soul
The crack in your voice
When I asked if you were well
Hear, in quiet McCosh
A straightened stair sighing for
Students' carving weight
Published in the class of '92 notes, March 2021 edition of the PAW.
A good empty
Free
Finding their wings
Just like me.
(Insert photo of empty robin's nest here).
My J's crook wound like a lollipop
Like a fine-toothed comb was my E
True, each of my Ns had one hump only
Yet there was not one of these, but three
(I have never known when to stop,
can’t you see?)