Peter Morton Poems

A man sets out
with his fishing rod.
He isn't really fishing
but it makes a good excuse
...

Deltas and diamonds,
boxes and dragons;
on this perfect day
a congregation of kites
...

My grand daughter lets the
curtain fall back in place,
wondering out loud who in
their right mind would
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I am wild with autumn,
transparent with color,
unable to define either myself
or the landscape,
...