Who Whispered Near Me
Above The Inland Empire Today The Sky Is Off The DesertAfter Work, After Meals For Raul And Her MotherAnother Hot Afternoon Upstairs After SchoolAs You Struggle With The Boat, It Drifts Out And TurnsBecause The Ones I Work For Do Not Love MeBefore The Birds Awaken, After The Possum Has Gone HomeBoys On Street Corners In Santa Ana Are Selling FlowersBreathless. White Lights In The TreesCamellia, It's That Moist And SensitiveClouds Of Birds Rise Above The Upper BayDon't Tell Me You Give Up Here Like It's A PuzzleEarly, We Heard New BirdsEasy As An Arm Moving Over Water, A Slight WindowEvery Time I Step Into The Bathtub, Theresa, I ThinkGreen Beetles Tick Against The Lighted WindowHave We Proved Our Wealth Or KindnessHe Dreamt Of Too Large A ShipI Always Daydream Good DreamsI Believe In Time As Healer And DestroyerI Hadn't Been A Superstitious PersonI Lean On Sunday Morning AgainstI May Love This DifficultyI Ride A Carousel Among The SquidI Set Out A Cardboard Box Of Seed For The SparrowsI Want A Solution. So, 'god,' I PrayI Was Thinking Of A Different HandI Will Empty The Sunday Afternoon Out Through A WindowI'm Sorry I Brought It Up. I'm Sorry Until I LoseIt's What I'm Afraid Of That Hints At What I DesireLarger Than Hand-passed Dangers Await UsLife Is Boundless. Matter Is Without EdgeLightning. And The Mile BetweenMy Whispered Song, The Tune Replaced By BreathNear Four O'clock The Daylight Changes Into A WayOf All The Signs In The World, I Wonder Which CarriesSacrificed So That I Could Be Uncertain, The Dead WereShe Was Sick And We Had Gone Ahead Of HerSleep Was Streams Of Red And White LightsSomeone Else. And The Empty TimeThere Are More Of UsThere Is No Way To Know What I MissThere Seems Nothing More Sad. I Was In Love With YouWater Dripped From A Gray Wedge; Tapped For The SawdustWe Met As The Names Of Cities And That Made Us LaughWhat If We Do Need Four Candles To Lift Our SpiritsWhen My Heart Asked For A Way FreeWhite Sand, Tall GrassThe Wind Stopped For A Moment At The End Of AutumnYou're Bent In The Reeds And Behind--Table of Poems fromPoem Finder®