Thursday, December 06, 2018

from The Wishin' Jupiter Poems: Poetry at Wishin' Jupiter 

- for Karl and Suzanne

Out here among these soft hills,
the poems will write themselves.

When you can't think what to say,
listen to the sky, the grasses.

Listen to the cricket. Then,
if you wait, patient, the wind

will tell what you need to know.

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