On this, the last day of National Poetry Month, I'm rerunning an oldie, but a goodie.
When I Read a Good Poem
When I read a good poem,
I hold
each
word
for a
moment
in my mouth
before
---- moving
on to the next one, like
one
bite
of creme brulee
after
another.
Monday, April 30, 2012
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