Tonight the wide, wet flakes of snow …
Norman Williams
In Florence, early, a stooped man moves down the alleys …
I have seen them in their plaid shirts and high boots …
Forty degrees; the threat of rain. That time of fall …
Shunning the British tourist bus, we walk, …
On a damp June Saturday, as colorless …
Southbound, downwardly mobile in …
The sinew of the hickory that grips …