Our beards are soft and gray as morning ash,
endowed with parables and cigarettes.
Our coats, a vagary of petty cash,
describe the button holes in safety nets.
And if this station cracks beneath our boots,
the cold, erasing rain may knit us suits.
John J. Trause reads from Lewis Carroll’s “You are Old, Father William” (Alice in Wonderland, Chapter V) for Poetry at Tasty Coco on Tuesday.
An epic poem on the life of Chaim Soutine, available from Dos Madres Press and Amazon.com.
My new collection , Coelacanth, is now available from Dos Madres Press and Amazon.
Waiting for Cassowary 