This Morning, or This Anxious Man
This poem grew from two separate comments I left on Nancy’s site, written almost four weeks apart. Different days, different moods — yet when I revisited them, they seemed to lean toward one another and form a cohesive whole. Stanzas 1 and 2 came from La Casa Azzurra – The Elephant’s Trunkand stanzas 3, 4, and 5 from What’s Left Behind – The Elephant’s Trunk Fresh shoes for familiar paths —…














