Three Poems By William C. Burns,
Mists boil up over the river bank
In the coming darkness
He stands without looking at me
Your hands stained to the elbow
Unwilling to steal you
Bare Foot Lover
Bare foot lover
A small Universe
I see you
You glance up
William C. Burns, Jr. tells is he "was born in Washington DC, circa the early Fifties, which puts him on the trailing edge of the beautiful generation (remember the Hippies? OK for those of you too young to remember, how bout Shaggy from Scooby Doo?).
"Raised in West Virginia in and around the rolling hills and glens of Charleston.
"Moved to South Carolina in 1984 with his wife and three children.
"Lots of degrees (mostly Celsius, some Fahrenheit some Kelvin) in areas such as electrical engineering, biomedical engineering and education.
"Keeps the hounds of starvation at bay by teaching engineering and technology courses at various colleges."
Poems Copyright © Summer 1999
William C. Burns, Jr.
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