For the Missing in Action, by John Balaban
From Locusts at the Edge of Summer Hazed with harvest dust and heat
the air swam with flying hu...
Poems by John Balaban
Passing Through Albuquerque, by John Balaban
From Locusts at the Edge of Summer At dusk, by the irrigation ditch
gurgling past backyards ne...
After Our War, by John Balaban
From Locusts at the Edge of Summer After our war, the dismembered bits
-- all those pierced ey...