It’s a shaky world out there, as if someone had chopped off the table leg and left the few of us still talking sense to run to the far corner, use our weight to stop it toppling. So have some more poems to listen to, as a sign that people are still sitting down, concentrating, forming careful words, spreading some sort of order.
Trying His Art on Laments by Tony Williams
Gold Leaves by Kathy Gee
Ferry across New Year by Chrissy Banks