I Have a Weakness or Soft Spot For: Sad ladies in Saturday leotards; drained lakes and the ducks who still drink from them; chocolate éclairs conquered on park benches by lonely young men in thrift-shop dress shirts; grassy inclines vibrant with trillium; city children on country field trips; foliage falling like a gaggle of gymnasts; little orange spiders who don’t care what death is; the … Continue reading Connolly Ryan Poems, Day 1: “I Have a Weakness or Soft Spot For:”