i'd have sworn you were shelter

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Terry Wolverton has a great poem, featuring Italy, betrayal and an 84-year-old alcoholic, at http://www.poetryrepairs.com/v06/009.html. It’s just below Marie Cartier's poem about gettin’ it on with Poetry, “the big dic packed with no pretense.”

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