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...