Friday, December 16, 2011

Assortment. How is poetry like an assortment of candy?

Some you like. Some you don't. Some you (cleverly) put back with a bite taken out.



Poetry & sweets? I'm thinking a red wine sweetened sauce for poached pears. Topped with vanilla ice cream. Yup, that's what I'm tasting. I have no intention of putting any of it back.

1 comment:

  1. Stirrup 10

    Found before
    the stones --
    her blasted
    know it all

    keeping it
    circular, so near --
    his mouth
    hot with old age

    bridge they cross
    just to say

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