A fantastic reading at the Kansas City Downtown Public Library. Hope America appreciates her national poet laureate.
White Apples
when my father had been dead a week
I woke
with his voice in my ear
I sat up in bed
and held my breath
and stared at the pale closed door
white apples and the taste of stone
if he called again
I would put on my coat and galoshes
Donald Hall
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