Yes, blue jays robins blackbirds
graze across the rainy morning.
But what you imagined was
the world’s biggest cardinal?
Half-deflated football
faded by a long winter
in the neighbor’s yard
Yes, blue jays robins blackbirds
graze across the rainy morning.
But what you imagined was
the world’s biggest cardinal?
Half-deflated football
faded by a long winter
in the neighbor’s yard
there's a poem in every day
aka: The Happy Bookers
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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