David Cranmer is slowly publishing the poems of his nephew, Kyle, who died a few months ago.
David's blog and will soon appear on Amazon. This is a young man who had so much to offer, so much to say. Listen to him.
The Perfect Day
Give me just a day
Of homemade wine,
19th century prose,
Sordid, puerile jokes,
Dried maple leaves to crush in our palms
A pale too-old sun to dance beyond
And her laughter—