Chuck Toll Poems
|3.||Coyotes in the City: New York||10/14/2007|
|4.||PH: Hello, PoemHunter Staff, Anyone Home? ? ?||10/21/2007|
|9.||Portrait Gallery: Creative License||10/4/2007|
|10.||The Geezer’s Lament||7/31/2007|
|11.||Prose Poem: The Feng Shui of Squirrels||7/30/2007|
|12.||Welcome Back to School||11/11/2007|
|13.||Coyote and Frog (Native American)||10/19/2007|
|15.||Friend Pushing the Envelope||10/10/2007|
|16.||Haiku of the Canyons||9/10/2007|
|17.||Coyote Meets Smallpox (Native American)||10/20/2007|
Our young son wheezes softly in his sleep
In the middle of our bed, arms embracing
Stuffed animals, favorite blanket in hand.
For years, our bed has been his bed as well.
He knows his formal bedroom is elsewhere,
And he will go there if my wife and I insist.
But absent guests or relatives, we rarely do.
He always smiles on climbing in with us.