Poetry

...Virginia V Hlavsa Obligations There is a house I must often pass, so ugly—yellow with black spots and stone lions and retread planters—I have trained my eye to look across the toad or up or down 01 anywhere but there or it will tiitself on my mind like the lunchroom sight of other kids uneaten crusts would make me gag with poor-child obligation Bad enough when winter-baie, it's woise in spring or fall, for then, in front, a sweet j oung tree, fihgreed, wild, raises its slender arms, reddens its tender lea\es, pointing out, pointing in...