RSS FEEDWhat We Assume
It wasn’t the raccoon, as I thought.
It was the old black crow who turned over
the cats’ metal bowls I had moved
way out to the picnic table
to escape the hissing ‘possom that otherwise
terrorizes the kitchen doorway at night.
Things are seldom what we assume.
This morning I walked in stars,
millions of tiny stars, blooming underfoot,
white, soft pink, with [...]