Casting a line or two in hope of a poem.
Friday, February 15, 2008
So many blackberries
so few breakfasts
so soon the cold.
Thursday, February 14, 2008
The English lion’s tawny sandstone carcass
has high vaulted ribs to arch a large space:
Tonight I’ll enter the cathedral
and ensconce I suppose on a long oak pew.
I’ll sample a few pearls of the honey
I’ve heard drip from a new comb.
‘Out of the eater something to eat.’
From the cavern, something sweet?