Tag: Kenneth Pobo
Two Poems|Kenneth Pobo
STROLLING WITH WALT Yesterday Walt Whitman and I visited the Arboretum, cold and snow sloppy, but he’s dead and feels fine. I’m alive and good conversation warms me up. Walt asked about my America–was it a land of promise? We can be sure of some promises–someone will die of gunfire. Everyday. We can be […]