When the handwritten cardboard sign
at the side of the road
turns out not to say
Quiet Shrimp
which is what I read
and spent hours trying to picture
as I drove away from that particular mystery.
Only much later, on the way home,
did I discover it actually said
Quilt Shop
which is likely accurate
but much less fun.
aka: The Happy Bookers
Artist
MOSTLY MONTREAL, MOST OF THE TIME
I came to where you were living, up a stair. There was no one there.--John Ashberry, "The New Higher"
custom poems on vintage typewriters
One Poet's Writing Practice
A Ronka Poetry Practice Since 2014
Living in the moment
where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry
