the rest within ~ William P. Baldwin, III

Brand new poems! THE REST WITHIN: for Dan by Wm. Baldwin Just now afloat on the lily lake and having eaten the last Nab, that tasty, small, square, glaringly orange, pattern-punctured cheese cracker filled with a salty sweet paste of peanut butter, I found myself longing for another, for this same food is the main furniture of the Southern soul, where for a short while, at least and at best, it remains whole, allowing our miniaturized inner selves to plunk down, and on such a mattress, stretch out and rest.