Her caress
Was tossed
As if a baseball thrown
By an armless pitcher.
During the interrogation,
I was asked no questions.
I said nothing, observed a man in gray suit,
Even his face was painted gray,
His eyelids a dark blue.
He was dancing a galliard
In the shadows of a statue
Of Galileo. I said nothing,
Duane Locke, Doctor of Philosophy, English Renaissance literature, Professor Emeritus of the Humanities, was Poet in Residence at the University of Tampa for over 20 years.
Has had over 5,000 poems published. As of August, 2006 5,694 poems published.