Tuesday, March 3, 2015


through the heart.  Isn't that an interesting twist of words.   And yet, Spring is just that -- straight
through our hearts, into our hearts.  & we smile.  Just as the soup tantalizes the tongue and delivers joy.  & the poem, you ask?  Straight through the eye & heart.  Or did I mean art?

1 comment:

  1. circular primes continue @103

    Interim reckonings
    dripping from the forest pines--
    what's it like in Appalachia?

    Steam makes me think of mornings--
    corners looked at again...