Poems from RobertSteil

She was my hero once The way she laughed at everything even when I was sure I would be in trouble The way she hugged me so that the warmth...
I want to see you   Beyond those long limbs   Graceful hands   Slow gait   Sleepy smile   I want to see you   Beyond the curls at the nape...
The weather is not quite ready To cooperate With this whole idea Of moving back into the classroom And out of the sunshine Away from soft...
It is not in my mouth As I expel warm life into the cold brass And feel it move through the neck to the bell It is not in my fingers As...
The sun spreads out like a golden poolOver the newly shorn fieldsThe halls smell like wax, fresh ink and new cottonCarried along with a...