Progress has been a little slow this week, but I’ve scanned through “k.” Going through the poem alphabetically gives me small glimpses into dad’s evolution as a poet over time, but I’d like to look at them in chronological order at some point to better understand.
Here is one of his later poems, A Sense of March, finished on this day in 1975. He used to type on yellow paper, occasionally.
I remember the yellow paper!