Saturday, May 22, 2010

THREE from
THE OLD POET SAYS


“Go ahead,”
he said,

“read your
long poem.

I can take
a snooze.”

*

“Left to themselves,
rivers and poets

have wandering souls.”

*

“The roughness of God,”
the poet said, “is

my kind of wisdom.
Batter me, Lord.”


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