Little Eagle Press presents poems previously published. Well worth another look, we think.
Saturday, January 28, 2012
Cry Me by Bruce Dethlefsen
you stub your toe we go to war there’s a tumor on the brain the sun might rise too beautifully a daughter dies in the rain if you need someone to cry with and you will try me I'll hold you till you say you're done when all the tears have come and when you go away and yes you will I'll gladly hold your tears inside my eyes until you need some then I'll sadly cry them back