Thursday, November 10, 2011

Shimmer. What makes a poem shimmer?

Two things. Pen on paper. Light.

The sheen on soup can shimmer and rival any accompaniment of words. Especially chicken.

1 comment:

  1. pebbles in the pocket fold
    of a favorite shindig
    she boasted sheriff's stars
    & copper authority
    then those discombobulated lookers
    at the innocent logs
    never burning, never dug