Tuesday, May 6, 2014

The Morning Keeps Trying to Come Inside

The Morning Keeps Trying to Come Inside

It is morning
only until you have to go somewhere

This new grass
is the old grass, just sharpened
Its fragrance makes you hear the mower’s motor

Maybe the loud bird
feels brave

We should say Good for you


  1. ^^ That spam comment itself is some bizarre poetry ^^

    But this one, Hannah, is so bright and true and clear. It seems in my advance that you've grown sharp as blade with your words. So beautiful.

  2. I love a good spam comment: "is the Metropolitan was to be expected."

    But even more, it makes me smile to see YOU! :) Hugs to you!

  3. Lovely, almost a koan. Tried to Facebook it but a weird spammy thing intrudes...

  4. . . . So now we know how those spammers work: no one can spread your poem/link without it being hijacked by that comment. Kill it, Hannah!


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