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Three Poems By William C. Burns,
Jr.
Your son Mists boil up over the river bank In the coming darkness He stands without looking at me
Potter's Wheel Terra-cotta Your hands stained to the elbow Unwilling to steal you
Bare Foot Lover Bare foot lover The cross A small Universe I see you You glance up |
William C. Burns, Jr. tells is he "was born in Washington DC, circa the early Fifties, which puts him on the trailing edge of the beautiful generation (remember the Hippies? OK for those of you too young to remember, how bout Shaggy from Scooby Doo?). "Raised in West Virginia in and around the rolling hills and glens of Charleston. "Moved to South Carolina in 1984 with his wife and three children. "Lots of degrees (mostly Celsius, some Fahrenheit some Kelvin) in areas such as electrical engineering, biomedical engineering and education. "Keeps the hounds of starvation at bay by teaching engineering and technology courses at various colleges." Poems Copyright © Summer 1999
William C. Burns, Jr. |