I'm remembering again, the day …
Dorianne Laux
For days now a red-breasted bird …
When you’re cold—November, the streets icy and everyone you pass …
Someone spoke to me last night, …
Sometimes, when we're on a long drive, …
Camera in hand, I call out to them, …
I had a boyfriend who told me stories about his family, …
Before the days of self service, …
No matter what the grief, its weight, …
The neighborhood cringes behind windows …
The heart shifts shape of its own accord— …
At the high school football game, the boys …
and remote, and useful, …
It's tough being a guy, having to be gruff …
I can’t remember the first time I saw it, seems it was …
I passed through the narrow hills …
I kneel to the ground fall peach, …
Bless this boy, born with the strong face …
She never spoke, which made her obvious, …
make out with him a bit, this …
I feel her swaying …
The slate black sky. The middle step …
Mustangs were bred for stamina, little knock-kneed …