Gay Fay Poems


Some read in bed.
I listen,
fall asleep to Homer's mayhem,
the tape on endless play... more »

Old Paint

'My paintings are my children.'
Fool! Come meet
An artist with no babies.
You bet she'd sell... more »

Roman Fountain

What stern face gives water at the crossroads?
Fashioned in stone by nameless hands,
he glowers through centuries, waiting for thirsty passers-by
who bow before the dour eyes,... more »

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