from “The Ones Who Listen”
To simply be a part of the changing afternoon light The old man I see / in my visions is composed of all the days / in between Your sense/awareness of who you are cannot be confined within / language You go up to Medicine Bow / and open the sky and step through
Cyclopean Liqueur: An Appreciation of Laurence Weisberg’s Poetry
Brian Lucas writes about the life and career of Laurence Weisberg.