Poems by Deborah Ager
Summer Nights
... Trekking the handful of avenues with him, he would say look there ...
Alone
... Your arms rest with nothing to doafter weeks spent attending to others ...
Morning
... and that someone, long gone, returnedand you are filled with longing, ...
The Lake
... O, how those avenues once seemed menacing!I know what you miss ...
Dear Deborah
... That mouth of yours is in the bar,the only place left in town, ...
Night In Iowa
... Cows whose stench infuses the handful of homes, ...
Night: San Francisco
... for an earthquake, and instead water stains sand with its pink foam ...
The Tortoise In Keystone Heights
... and her eggs off the highway into the dirt ...
Santa Fe In Winter
... the city in layers: balustrades filled inwith brick, adobe reinforced with steel, ...
The Space Coast
... Night, the sky is black paper pecked with pinholes ...
