Who says there is no gain in reading?
It was a used copy bought in Taos last June, and it had been sitting in the bedside pile atop the dog crate.
When Harrison died in 2007, several of my friends and I all independently turned to one of his poems, "Barking."
I should go thaw some venison, make some chimichurri sauce or at least a cheese sandwich, stop staring at those words.The moon comes up.
The moon goes down.
This is to inform you
that I didn't die young.
Age swept past me
but I caught up.
Spring has begun here and each day
brings new birds up from Mexico.
Yesterday I got a call from the outside
world but I said no in thunder.
I was a dog on a short chain
and now there's no chain.