One at a Time

Poetry. "He's a nice fella, don't talk much, when he does, good to be with. And so the poems. And so. So each time it's different, the cup of coffee. Pomes, ONE AT A TIME, add up to something. The eyes watch houris, and have it, and make them dancers, since bare twigs pulsate with success. To want to do someting. To do it. To learn how to do what we want to do. Launching a fast boat on the ramp of the pronouns. Belief on the job's curvy. Each moment believes the eyes"--Ted Greenwald.