There’s lettuce in my coffee
as I navigate a volume
of produce from this week’s share
seven pounds to be exact
In a break from chopping kale
I learn that Donald Hall has died
Guess it’s not so surprising
I just then had been thinking
about what aging feels like
in the extremities to be exact
So let me raise this cucumber
to farms and poets and living
Honored that one of my poems is included in Silkworm 12, the annual review
of Florence Poets Society. What a gorgeous volume, full of gorgeous poems!
Florence Poets Society is such a warm and generous group, full of support and talent
and inspiration. I'm grateful to our members, and to have a role in publishing Silkworm.
(I'm the producer, behind the scenes.) Bravo for poetry!
