Take a trip with Mimeo Hip! Bite-sized posts highlighting poems and literary mags from the 1950s through the 1980s that were recently added to the Archives.
Welcome back to class, to a new home, and to autumn, with a poem by Bill DeNoyelles from Blue Smoke 3, March 1985:
Clean Sweep
A bedroom door opens easily with no humidity
My socks touch a chain whose charm was
Lost in a parking lot last night
We use sheets and blankets
For the first time in weeks
It rains… 
I’m quite amazed by this. Thank you. I’m glad someone has found my poem from another lifetime ago and found it a worthy piece to share with today’s youth. (I was 24 when I wrote it). In the days to come I will study your blog more fully. All Best, Bill