National Poem In Your Pocket Day #pocketpoem

It’s Poem In Your Pocket Day,
and like a springtime bird
still dazed by the snow,
I dart, twisting my head,
in unbelief at all the food.

It’s Poem In Your Pocket Day,
and everywhere is a poem.
Twist your gaze, grab some
unbelief: the snow is gone.
Look. Look at the food.

http://www.poets.org/page.php/prmID/406

The Wrath of Pew and the Road to Character
That’s Why They Call It Practice
Hate and Homo Sapiens
My Tribe by Alberto Blanco: A Way to Belong

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