So much of what I’ve written before feels like innocence.
I could no more write it again than the earth could cool.How did I find this pencil? Was I reaching in the kitchen drawer
for a twist tie, or did I fish it out of my old shorts?
Purveyors of fine poetry since 2003.
Woah! Thank you so much, Dave. I’m honored. (And, as I mentioned a while ago, I like this less-frequent but more-prominent Smorgasblogging.)
Oh good — I do too. Don’t know why it took me nine years to decide to blog links the way everyone else blogs them. Just stubborn, I guess.