She had turned her face up into …
Ted Kooser
They’re on their way to Goodwill …
Dawn comes later and later now, …
It’s a kitchen. Its curtains fill …
He was a big man, says the size of his shoes …
I have seen the Brown Recluse Spider …
Cards in each mailbox, …
Here, on fine long legs springy as steel, …
The next morning I felt that our house …
It seemed those rose-pink dishes …
In musty light, in the thin brown air …
The first warm day, …
Look for me under the hood …
I had driven into one side of a city, …
The wall of identical boxes into which …
Seventy years ago I made a pair of stilts …
The gravel road rides with a slow gallop …
They have set aside their black tin boxes, …
Beside the highway, the Giant Slide …
On a parking lot staircase …
Long ago we quit lifting our heels …