The day breaks

The day breaks

Saturday, January 1, 2011

For Anyone Hoping To Explain Poetry to a Loved One

She thinks she’ll
Vanish viral, anoint austerity
Mendacious audacity in a sonnet or sunrise

Say’s “I don't know much Elvis”
But I could recite some Keats for her...

Coffee, tea, and Shelly
That might ford the gap

Perhaps not

In the morning
The baby needs attention
The kettle is braying

This will wait for later
This poem for a mother and daughter

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