Alone in the City – Heather Choate Davis

A Poet’s Glance at Random Acts of Kindness

GIFT For a hundred miles the fields have worn beards of ugly stubble and night is falling and you can’t find a lover, not on AM or FM, and the hand at the toll booth wears a glove so as not to touch you. You pay for yourself, then for the car behind you, soContinue reading “A Poet’s Glance at Random Acts of Kindness”