The mural is not your best work.
The intricate delicacy of the lilacs
That ate your lunch, as you said,
Smell like the perfumed wind
Of my grandmother’s house early spring. Continue reading “The Artist’s Work”
Rural Oklahoma Museum of Poetry
Poetry of the People
The mural is not your best work.
The intricate delicacy of the lilacs
That ate your lunch, as you said,
Smell like the perfumed wind
Of my grandmother’s house early spring. Continue reading “The Artist’s Work”