Poets Corner
June 1, 2026
William Davis, M.D.
Your step measures the corridor,
In a moment your voice dries the air;
A Minnesota clearing
Opens in the redwood mist.
Eyes trained on lakes and auroras
Perceive without fuss. If you said,
“I notice an alien spacecraft
Down in the parking lot…”
I’d reach for my instamatic
Before I looked around.
Bill Lemley, Eureka
