In a morning coat, …
Jay Wright
Old now, …
Night enters the Plaza, step by step, in the singular …
In the region of rain and cloud, …
The trees are crystal chandeliers, …
Death knocks all night at my door. …
Snow hurries …
I write my God in blue. …
Each instant comes with a price, the blue-edged bill …
Cigarettes in my mouth …
If you undo your do you would …
The plane tilts in to Nashville, …
It should have a woman's name, …