Two Poems by Daniel Barbare

By Daniel Barbare

 

Winter Walk

Pond 2As cool air blows through
the vent, I remember walking
around Carl Sandburg’s pond
in winter
as if in his room, his nook
where sun snow shuffles down
from the spruces at dawn and
books and papers are stacked
and there
are 500 acres written upon
his desk enough to get lost in.

 

Miley, the Pet Labrador

On
a
shiny
tin
night

falling
as
mist

she’s
curled
on
cedar
chips

gives
my
hand
a
lick.


Danny P. Barbare resides in the Carolinas and attended Greenville Technical College in South Carolina. His poetry has appeared in Huizache, The Stare’s Nest, and The Santa Clara Review, and elsewhere. He has been writing poetry for 34 years and has been published over 650 times. He works as a janitor at a local YMCA.

Cover photo and illustration photo by David Nilsen.

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