What Poets Find
What poets find
daily
is that tiny green leaf
at the base of a blackbrown
bush that stands like brittle
kindling after a long hard freeze,
which is to say,
they find
one speck of life
among all this death.
MR
2021-0311
This is a virtual cafe where all ideas are entertained all facts discerned, all topics discussed. And just because the proprietor has a passion for Christ, books, and the Acoustic guitar, that doesn't mean you can't veer wildly off into different subjects. So, come in, have a coffee (imported especially from Verble's finca in El Salvador), and talk about whatever you want.
Thursday, March 11, 2021
Overheard at Booth 4: What Poets Find
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I like this one, my friend.
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