the year begins and ends in winter.
a bee lands on my middle finger, left hand,
I am allergic to bees
and winter is steadily approaching.
chicago poetry. poetry for a people. poetry for a moment. poetry to satiate the need. poetry of an american outlaw. poetry for the best words in their best order. poetry by Jhon Baker
Saturday, September 11, 2010
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What 26 words? An entire tale told...and winter/death waits for no one..
ReplyDeleteExcellent....muy....
Hey Jhon, your book arrived in the mail on Wednesday. It's chock full of nice and tasty treats, so I'm going to read it a bit at a time.
ReplyDeleteI really like it and it's well worth the price of admission...