Sundays, like a stanza break
Or shower's end of all applause,
For some old unexplaining sake
The optimistic tread these shores,
As lonely as the dead awake
Or God among the dinosaurs.
|From The Boys at Twilight: Poems 1990 - 1995 by Glyn Maxwell. Copyright © 2000 by Glyn Maxwell. Reprinted by permission of Houghton Mifflin Company. All rights reserved.|