Friday, April 1, 2011

Koi. How is poetry a coy mistress?

Answer lies (or is lays) in time. Think of it as April Fool's. Think of it as the first day of National Poetry Month. Revel and be coy.


Never would I consider eating koi. Though colorful food beguiles.
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  1. sgang123April 5, 2011 at 11:27 AM

    with her hand-held camera and felt packet of poems
    she tries to walk the perimeter of the pond
    whose face is there in the water
    what ghastly voices swim up from the mud
    why didn't the gunshot scatter the birds
    and that newspaper, open to an event at 7
    where am I anyway, and where is she now?

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