Free Verse
Some Dream in Color: Poets in Iambic Pentameter
a shaded
lamp and the beat of clock
behind the curtains an open window
more air than birds whispering in the pines
my thoughts like clods crumbling in the tilled soil
living simply is not a mystery
just ignore idle critics who seed doubt
To
Chloe: A Good Dog
at
home in the water
a black lab on a hot day
paddles to each splash
made by a thrown stone
at home by the hearth
on her side all four legs splayed
she makes a good impression
with her considered opinion—
