Why He Doesn't Sleep
The Selected Poems of Stephen Gardner
978-1-937875-63-3 Paperback
5.5 x 8.5 x 0.25 in
112 pp.
Pub Date: 05/15/2014
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GOING HOME
Down the road, lying with my face
Pressed into my father’s lap, the wheel
He held claiming most of the space.
But I squeezed in, bending up
My knees, with the rest of my form
On the seat and in my mother’s
Lap, not comfortable, but warm.
And they would sing together
Old songs. And I still can feel
Their soft strong hands on me again
And the cold hard turning of the wheel.
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