APRIL 2008: POETRY by Patrick Moran go this wayyou have nothing to lose there are trees there will be a river don't pretend to know their names there will be a farmhouse a light for a traveler it's not for you wait to be seen it will be better this way they will have time to choose time to examine their conscience recall the kindnesses the cruelties it's the story of mouth and eyes it's the story of bodies gathered…
Patrick MoranApril 1, 2008