Judith Browne sides with Paul Gardener: a poem, like a painting, is never finished, only pausing in interesting places. At the behest of a friend and mentor, she agreed to publish two such poems, and let them be any two. Part of her wants no business in them, and so she leaves them wailing at your doorstep, asking for a home. She continues to live and work in New York and write about nearly anywhere, everywhere in the world.