Woman on a Bus
No, I`m not used to it yet, though it`s over fourty years.
Elizabeth Brewster
Shy Man on a Trip
He sits in his hotel room all alone
Elegy for My Mother
Dear ghost, I should have written you an elegy;
Atlantic Development
Three abandoned churches in a row;
Failure
As some poor bird that thinks
The Mildness of Jesus
Was Jesus so mild
Three Poems
I have seen flowers growing
Arthur Dimmesdale
Pride of remorse devoured him day by day,
Roger Chillingworth
Revenge and love, twined in a signle strand
Hester Prynne
The great red A that frightened children so
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