Wednesday, June 14, 2006

Congratulations

Donald Hall to be new poet laureate

WHITE APPLES

when my father had been dead a week

I woke

with his voice in my ear

I sat up in bed

and held my breath

and stared at the pale closed door

white apples and the taste of stone

if he called again

I would put on my coat and galoshes

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