We are loving our several-times-a-week dips into Poetry 180. Today’s selection (#8 in the series) was especially fun.
by Mary Cornish
I like the generosity of numbers.
The way, for example,
they are willing to count
anything or anyone:
two pickles, one door to the room,
eight dancers dressed as swans…
Do read the rest. It goes to wonderful places.
day thirteen: barefoot boy
Poetry Friday: What Is the Grass?
“And once again I am blessed…”
I Am From: Because Loni Asked So Sweetly
Oh, For a Bee’s Experience