Tuesday, April 17, 2012

Kay Ryan

Finding a new poet you relate to/like is equivocal to the joy that comes with eating ice cream for the very first time.
I have discovered Kay Ryan and it is so delicious.



The Best of It


However carved up

or pared down we get,

we keep on making

the best of it as though

it doesn't matter that

our acre's down to

a square foot. As

though our garden

could be one bean

and we'd rejoice if

it flourishes, as

though one bean

could nourish us.

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