The Poet of the Pacific Northwest
Here are a couple of my favorites:
Poem 36
Let these poems be like bunch grass,
in ground winds,
flash floods, and sunlight,
holding together
while one cricket sheltered here
sings his simple song.
Ink Bottle |
1 Somewhere inside this ink bottle there is a starry sky! 2 Don’t keep the lid on your ink bottle too long. |
Seattle, late 1960s |
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