Crawls the sill Waking the dust of yesterday, Houseplants in hush, Blessing today.
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Map of Returning
I return to the pages, To gather my pieces, Grinding time into shape— Somewhere a potter’s wheel Keeps turning. The air still trembles, As if it were pouring Something unnamed On a map of returning. Tangled, braided secrets And blank pages, And the revolving door. Bain-marie Keeps it warm.
In a Quiet Corner
Sheepster and the Worry Doll are listening to the Hen and Rooster: What's up, what's cooking, and what's happening. November fundraising is around the corner, cooking words — raw, steamed, fried, baked, even microwaved. I would love to have you help the New Americans in Northampton to support the immigrant population. PM me your email … Continue reading In a Quiet Corner