Four New Poems
by Tom Squitieri The Road Goes Home The drive has returnedNow it is the mist of the mountainsThe reminder of where you are from, and who you areDo you deserve love?Are you indeed who you are?The love and passion you have found this month, is it still far? That dreams made for realfull of beating hearts, wetness…
EVEN THRUSHES DO NOT TELL RED PINE WHERE MENG HAO-JAN’S GRAVESITE IS
Red Pine talks to thrushes
when he can. The thrushes
some times disappoint him