would have missed the moon
if it wasn’t for this dog
crescent through the pines
would have forgotten
if it wasn’t for this dog
when busy,
slow down
would have missed the moon
if it wasn’t for this dog
crescent through the pines
would have forgotten
if it wasn’t for this dog
when busy,
slow down
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