Here's a fun, spring-time poem to finish up National Poetry Month. Think about the sky.It’s a new blue tableclothand a big hipped womanhas carelessly dribbledgobs of whipped creamall over it.There she has set downan orange bowl.Smell cinnamon and corianderas you scoopspicy carrotsand squash from the bowlto your mouth.Bite into a raw cucumberto cool the fiery … Continue reading How to Find the Muse
