Downtown Waco. Midnight. Heidegger Looks at the Moon. Poem. Sonnet. R.W.Haynes
The Bush Library really should be here, For each dead city needs a laugh or two, A little something so the skeletons can jeer On nights like this when there’s little to do And nothing to haunt but the haunting lack of hope Where words are born to sputter anxiously Toward brief life in some hal