Another Off-The-Cuff Poem
I’ll have to be careful, or I’ll end up making a habit of this lack of revision… Chasing Joy What ifElusive joy slidLike silk under myFront door and out, across the dandelionedGrass, downThe steps past the pumphouse, over the horse-tracked mud,Where it stopped and bolted suddenlyUp a Doug fir trunk,Wound itself around the tenth-highest branch, [...]





