This poem is taken from PN Review 106, Volume 22 Number 2, November - December 1995.
Fourteen Poems
Chosen
Down all each day
to make you know
what could I say
to think of you?
And what could I
ask in reply,
except for choice
to hear your voice
come close?
Linger some hours:
those men in suits,
that second gin,
rich hand that puts
its balance in,
old face that frays
its leathers through
the lot it drew…
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