Saturday, February 18, 2012
THREE from
THE OLD POET SAYS
"The shapeless
poem
shapes itself."
*
"Ear?
If I had
an ear,
I'd sing."
*
"I don't know
where they come from.
I don't know
what they mean.
They come on
Mondays, Wednesdays, Fridays,
and all the while between."
