Six Tan-renga with Paul O. WilliamsFirst published in various journals. The late Paul O. Williams was a dear friend, and it was my pleasure to write the foreword for his last book of poetry, These Audacious Maples.
the parking lot crowded on this crisp day— with sea gulls Paul O. Williams
a dropped receipt spins in the wind Michael Dylan Welch
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a kite flown from the pier weaves among the sea gulls Paul O. Williams
by her anchored fishing pole señorita stops her knitting Michael Dylan Welch
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out in the garden cleaned up for spring— me and the spiders Paul O. Williams
the spigot now rusty that dripped into her begonias Michael Dylan Welch
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a winter morning— at six-thirty in the rain chickens out scratching Paul O. Williams
but for one at rest under a wheelbarrow Michael Dylan Welch
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passing the scarecrow the homeless man seems jealous of his job Paul O. Williams
porcupine quills in the lost dog’s nose Michael Dylan Welch
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the sunlit fountain— the endless, varied games falling water plays Paul O. Williams
my palms chafed holding crutches Michael Dylan Welch
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