Poems by Arthur James
Distracted by an Ergonomic Bicycle
... t, and that everythingI passed—dog, rain, cold, the other guy—I left in my wake, like afterbirth ...
Omnivore
... Old-time glue-makersmade glue of old horses, and Imake use when I can ...
On Day and Night
... 't come back to anywhere—there's no perfect hereand there, or now and then—but here we are,again ...
The Sympathy of Angels
... But wesee you. Wesee how tired you areas you lean on your rifleor your shovel ...
