Driving through a wilderness
An otter hops across the road
Slinks into the swamp, disappears…
Nearby a discarded can of Heineken.
--Peter Goodwin
Saturday, April 3, 2010
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This blog contains poetry from Lunchlines, a writing group in Cecil County, MD. It is based at the CCAC at 135 E Main Street in Elkton, and meets the 1st and 3rd Tuesday of every month at noon. Join us!
Florida?
ReplyDeleteA Tercet for the Third
ReplyDeleteThree petals of this flower
which grows in my imagined bower
this blossom is poetry's power.
May Kuroiwa
(Late, as usual)
ReplyDeleteCool-white-smooth,an ivory curve of deer
with points like bony fingers stretched
moves down to rough that reads like Braille
mute code into the surface etched
and proving this: the buck stopped here!