Two Poems
Robert VanderMolen, 21 June 2001
A calendar under the couch Was several years old. It wasn’t My house. A note with crisp Letters, You are the loveOf my life. I drank my coffee On a window seat watching Spring snow fall like sugar-cubes
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Men were mulling The career of Senator Vandenberg
Candles played across mirrors To a repeating pause In the wallpaper
A polite house Like my aunt’s we visited At Easter,...