Poems by Maxine Kumin
In the Park
... No longtailed Devil, no eternal fire,and no choosing what to come back as ...
Purgatory
... displeasing cockerel, there's egg yolk on his chin ...
The Hermit Goes Up Attic
... Death, if it came then, has since gone dry and small ...
Woodchucks
... The food from our mouths, I said, righteously thrilling ...
