Peel apart blades
of grass and blow
a sound a papercut
and all the birds go still.
For a moment silence
the center
of a cloud vapor rushes
towards any slope of land
for a place to fall. Today
the guava tree is just
out of reach.
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hal, now that i am keeping up with you, ted kooser is in. you should come and peruse.
-mira.
Uh, I see no topics for March 13 or 14 and consequently, no poems. Do you need me to turn the brainstorming wheels of topic generation? HB, I know you heart my topics! (This is a threat in order to stimulate creativity...is it working?)
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