Poems by John J. Ronan

The odor's beyond sweet,
but begins there, like skunk.
A dead giveaway - rat
like a pall, b...

It might be anywhere, this dusty
road winding from Ucross to Ulm.
You hike its scrub and shale...

(for Ben) Guides poled and guests paddled,
The bare-backed crew working currents
As the rest...

The oldest of the grand houses along Washington
Dates from '84 and is one of our parlors,
A ma...

At the Louvre, Guggenheim or Getty,
the assignment's sit, rest your feet
at a wide, attende...

42nd St. As the funnel of everyone in Times Square
cascades down the station stairs,
pace an...