Monday, December 30, 2013

Late tomorrow when the celebratory meal is finished and the new year is realized, which poem will greet you?

The one-word answer:  "wait."
To each answer, a question.  Thus, the larger question -- does she know what a poem is?
Returning to a one-word answer, "dubious."
Though the meal will contain blue cheese of this she is not dubious.  

1 comment:

  1. The flower vendor watched insects jump from her bouquets
    and seemed to hear a voice through tall trees, recalling
    the unfair length of winter nights, the wings of flies
    reflecting moonlight, and the fragrance of roses, aging.