when poems start falling out of my head…

Capturing Tranquility

has been sought after for lifetime upon lifetime—

even mine—yet where do you go

to listen to NPR voices that start you wondering

about shoe production in Portland,

and sixteen inches of snow in Rome?

Or who tends to the missing letters

on the laundromat sign?

This entry was published on February 11, 2012 at 7:18 pm. It’s filed under Musings and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink. Follow any comments here with the RSS feed for this post.

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