Poem: Hart and Soul

Out back in the yard with my book of poems by Hart Crane and reading it is hard – but good things don’t come easy.

Or if they do it’s with some confusion too –

like the sun shining in the middle of winter, the new puppy is out and off; exploring…

and there’s music – always! – and lots of books on the go

Hart Crane and Bowie the dog, both have only been in m…