Daniel Thomas Moran Poems

Come now, September, faithful friend,
On whose pure, light air do I depend.
...

Out there in the world,
Some brittle oak leaves
Have survived the worst of it.
They cling, like the rest of us,
...

The Kingdom of India

India is the kingdom
of a billion tiny efforts.
...

My Russian Bride

This morning, once again,
I am awake to find that
...

My children
use their thumbs
to converse with
invisible people.
...

I suppose I am grateful
that writing a poem

is not like mining sulfur
...

Hilde of Vienna

Hilde sits in the train station,
in a glass box built for waiting.
...

That's what it looked like
where I was born.

Two dimensions.
...

Someday,
We will all
have a blimp,
With our names
...

You must take.
It is your nature.

You must
...