Botticcelli Magazine (the literary magazine at CCAD, where I teach) offered us little rolled-up pieces of poems in the hallway this past week. We were invited to take one to carry around with us. Here's what I received.
It is indeed amazing how so few words can alter our experience of the day (I also loved seeing someone else's handwriting here...it implies a loving act of reading and generosity).
What poem have you carried in your pocket? What words would you offer up in a basket?
