If you don’t get Poets.org’s Poem a Day, I suggest you check it out. Here’s a snippet from a new fave.
Passage I
garden gate, NE portland
little moth
I do not think you’ll escape
this nightI do not think
you’ll escape this night
little moth*
bees in clover
summer half over
friends without lovers*
I bite a carrot
horsefly bites meview from my bedroom window
*
I thought it was you
moving through the treesbut it was the trees
I thought it was your finger
grazing my kneeit was the breeze
