Simple acts of defiance in Edward O'Dwyer's poem "Staring at the Sun".
There are many acts
of greater recklessness ahead for her,
one would presume. She is
not more than nine, after all,
and life becomes such a reckless thing
at least every once in a while.
Edward O'Dwyer presents a scene from a pub with melancholy wisdom in his poem "The Closest Thing".
He removed his coat and scarf.
The weight of the world
he appeared to have carried in, however,
was not a garment that could be
laid over a chair or set at his feet
or hung on a peg.
