April 13, 2012 @ 1:14 pm | Filed under: Poetry
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.
“And catch the heart off guard and blow it open…”
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