Poems by Wesley McNair
Hymn to the Comb-Over
... or thin, the flag itself, unfurled for us all ...
The One I Think of Now
... as a girl. He is the one I think of now, ...
When She Wouldn’t
... When she drew the soapy rag across the agonizing ...
For My Wife
... our love down, and in this way began our unwise ...
What Became
... What became of any afternoon ...
