Untitled and unpunctuated, the seventy poems in this acclaimed collection seem to cascade from one page to another. Maurice Manning extolls the virtues of nature and its many gifts, and finds deep gratitude for the mysterious hand that created it all.
that bare branch that branch made black
by the rain the silver raindrop
hanging from the black branch
Boss I like that black branch
I like that shiny raindrop Boss
tell me if I'm wrong but it makes
me think you're looking right
at me now isn't that a lark for me
to think you look that way
upside down like a tree frog
Boss I'm not surprised at all
I wouldn't doubt it for
a minute you're always up
to something I'll say one thing
you're all right all right you are
even when you're hanging Boss
