Every poem spins its own story, something more than a mirror of a moment. Two Hours On The Pecatonica, a simple prayer poem about a river run with my son, is almost an exception. Every minute of it is true...
05/06: TWL, Lines 60-68: The Flowing Crowd Of An Unreal City
05/07: A Sonnet, Defined
05/08: Movie Review Of The Bark River
05/09: Introduction To Two Hours
05/10: Two Hours On The Pecatonica
05/11: Rush Hour
05/12: Moleskin 3.1: Chicago