Crescent moon, girls chatter at twilight on the bus ride to Ankara. - June 1990
and my favorite!
Rainy night on Union Square, full moon. Want more poems? Wait till I'm dead. - August 1990
So in honor of Allen and NaPoWriMo, I've written two American Sentences:
1. If everyone loved poetry then all the world around us would rhyme.
2. If everyone loved poetry we'd fight wars over meter, not God.
Thanks for reading!