Water Walker, a collection of Willard's poems has one I come back to again again-her 'Foxes Fall to St. Francis' from the poems with title borrowed from sport page headlines.
Other favorites from that book: In Praise of Unwashed Feet and Magician's Wives.
I wish there were more of her poems.
Nice.... here's mine: -)
The Perfect Poem
Nor rant, nor hymn, nor invocation...
Pure gesture. Proportionate
To its provocation.
I read (and listened in my inner ear) , first in (one of many) North American English voices... then heard it as though spoken by Brit ex-pat I know...
We may strive for the 'universal, ' but on some fundamental level, all poetry, like politics... is local.