Little "Shaver" (Paper Boy), August, 1905

(photograph by Lewis W. Hine)

Barefoot, leaning 
Back against gigantic candy- 
Striped barber pole, 

Says he’s six years old, all of 
Forty-one inches high, the paper he’s holding 
That takes up half his frame holds 

All the news you’d want to know. 

Eonian Mode

Though the wind laments in fits 
And starts betwixt silences, 

Still its song remains one 
Long—nay—endless 

Sigh. 

Looking Backward

Of course you know one foot goes 
Before the other but what if 

You say it led you the other way? 

Telltale

All told 

The townsfolk sometimes tell time 
By the toll of the town clock bell; 

All save one tell one’s time’s up 
By the church bell’s telling 

Toll, toll, toll. 

After the Fall

Where the remains of the stock had come 
To rest, there no longer gathered a congress

Of crickets whose sole lot in life was 
To sing while stripping it  

Unceremoniously bare.