Charles Harper Webb
Charles Harper Webb Poems
|1.||The Animals are Leaving||12/3/2015|
|2.||Loving a House||1/23/2016|
|5.||The Wife Of The Mind||1/1/2004|
|11.||The Death Of Santa Claus||1/1/2004|
Comments about Charles Harper Webb
Its silver clasp looks like a man grasping
his hands above his head in victory;
the latches, like twin hatchbacks headed away.
There are no wheels, just four steel nipples for sliding.
A hexagonal seal announces the defunct
"U.S. Trunk Company." The frame is wood—
big, heavy, cheap—covered with imitation leather,
its blue just slightly darker than Mom's eyes.
"It's beautiful. Much too expensive," she told Dad,
and kissed him. The lining is pink, quilted
acetate. Three sides have pouches with elastic tops—
stretched out now, like old ...