Six Poems
Barbara Everett, 4 May 2017
He stooped to assess The scrap of paper drenched with Rain and dried by wind,
An ending: ‘One can Love anything, so how much Better it was you.’
VacationWhile they all went off To France and to Italy She stayed on the moon,
Ankled in white dust, Walking down the craters and Sleeping by earth light.
ReflectionShakespeare looked in the Glass and saw a...