Tuesday, July 12, 2016
Tuesday, July 5, 2016
I like Kooser
The sweetest little poem by Kooser from "Splitting an order":
"Grandfather
A breeze chased his pipe smoke
out over the river; and later he followed
carrying all the tackle."
How perfect this is.
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