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.
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