Monday, February 1, 2010

See that woman rolling a suitcase? How many poems is she hauling?

Admit it. Words are migratory. They travel. They hitchhike. Cross boundaries as do bird, seed, spore. They multiply.

Makes me want to pack a picnic. Traveling food to accommodate as many as a blanket seats. Perhaps, I mean just two.

1 comment:

  1. two with a basket on a blanket on a beach in the sun?