Poems I Like

Coming Home at Twilight in Late Summer

BY JANE KENYON

To Live in the Zombie ApocalypseThe moon will shine for God

Calling DreamsThe right to make my dreams come true,

AutumnIn the dreamy silence

Four Sonnets About FoodWords can’t do

Paul RobesonThat time

On Working Remotely & No Longer Commuting with Chronic Painthe train leaves the station without me / so does the bus

We Manage Most When We Manage SmallWhat things are steadfast? Not the birds.

Ode to Tired Bumblebees Who Fall Asleep Inside Flowers with Pollen on their ButtsUsually, it’s the males. Maybe

AloneLying, thinking

Theories of Time and SpaceYou can get there from here, though

If You Get There Before I DoAir out the linens, unlatch the shutters on the eastern side,

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