At last, it's MAY—a colorful month to begin exploring my new neighborhood in St. Paul!
(I moved here at the end of April.)
It would NOT be pulled up or mowed down. That is one lucky, plucky tree.
She was steward of the smallest things: pair of dead bees in the windows Santa ring, cluster of elm seeds in their felted cells |
I wanted to tell you the name of the street where I crashed my bicycle, got my best star or how I went walking at sunrise to see dawns' great evacuation of stars. There must be some method, when two people meet to explain to each other who we really are. |
A little more peace
A little less poor
A little more eats.
Success Whippets love wombats and cheaters love rules like canaries love cats and truants love school. Earthworms drink tea from fine china cups and ponies give birth to white black lab pups. You can see from your ears and smell from your eyes and you'll always succeed, you just never try. |
I'm kind of glad I didn't know about this project beforehand. Coming across these poems totally out of the blue—what a surprise and a joy!