Sunday morning while taking a leak I got to thinking about our trip to Europe on the Holland-America ocean liner SS Maasdam, February 1956: my intelligent father, my beautiful mother, my supercilious sister and me.
Wow. This is so good. It's multiple poems in one. So much is good here. "...understanding only that God isn't real,"...and the title is perfect.
Wow. This is so good. It's multiple poems in one. So much is good here. "...understanding only that God isn't real,"...and the title is perfect.