Reason Reason is the tree seen as a log cabin, And all the trees seen as a village, And a net to capture hogs; And reason is a sharp pike to joust tigers. After A Run We nourish the sky After a run When bulbs of fat, And globes of dew Bloom from our pores And gleam in the sun. Paul Roe If you have any comments on these poems, Paul Roe  would like to hear from you.