The second collection from the Howard Nemerov Sonnet Award-winning poet, "Glad and Sorry Seasons" explores the polarities that illuminate and cloud our lives by turn."Waiting""Some nights I've seena slice of silver slink across the roomI now call home, above my makeshift bed--a rickety chairbeside the snack machine.Close by, the elevators whirr and beep.I cannot, dare not, drift asleep, let down my guard, inviting shoulder taps, a whispered Sir, or dreams of heronce vivid eyes that stare & stare & stare, dull, distant, hard.Thus I will will her through another day.Make crazy compromises. Pray."