one deer this morning
hesitates
when she sees me
then lowers her head to graze
as I transform to background,
to landscape,
to just another animal
greeting the day
one deer this morning
hesitates
when she sees me
then lowers her head to graze
as I transform to background,
to landscape,
to just another animal
greeting the day
there's a poem in every day
aka: The Happy Bookers
Artist
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: Poems by Mary Kendall
A Ronka Poetry Practice Since 2014
Living in the moment