I might work on it again during this morning's track practice . . . after I prep myself for next Monday's K-8 teaching day, after I hammer out a few more copyedited pages, after I buy birdseed and grapefruit juice (grocery lists do supply peculiar biographical data).
Then home again . . . to laundry and bread baking and gardening, and then south to Waterville to host a poetry reading, and then north again, driving through the skunk-scented dark.
My God, what is a heart?Please let the small words stay alive.
Silver, or gold, or precious stone,
Or starre, or rainbow, or a part
Of all these things, or all of them in one?