Poems by Patricia Goedicke
Without Looking
... hard and head on has not been saidoften enough, if prayer ...
You Could Pick It Up
... our glittering buses snort into the main square, ...
In These Soft Trinities
... of the Dowager Queen, Queen Mother, stunned Young Queen, ...
The Arrival
... Luggage first, the lining of his suit jacket dangling ...
Danger of Falling
... t cover up the sheer strangeness of it, the extraordinary being-here ...
The Reading Club
... Or at least someone who looks like her, in all the make-up she can muster, ...
The Hills in Half Light
... Or converging? Is it not possible there will be one jet trail ...
The Tongues We Speak
... But whenever Trouble came in the front door I ran out the back ...
