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The frog at night
Is not alarmed to be spotlighted
Or at least does not scamper
But merely poses
For the shot Ken takes,
The first of a series
That highlights the frog Continue reading “Me and Ken and Two Animals”
Tag: poems
We Work in the Dark
It is a hood ornament for my printer,
Both black, both exactly
The same length. Where did it live
In his house?
A few miles from here,
The Grand River snakes between cliffs
Where a train used to run,
Its whistle charting my mother’s sleep. Continue reading “We Work in the Dark”
Ode to a Kleenex and Other Pocket Poems
The pocket poetry case in the museum is full, with pocket poems overflowing into the shelves below it. So I am going to move some of them. I took some pictures first to share here. Continue reading “Ode to a Kleenex and Other Pocket Poems”
Happier Ignorant
I was sweeping in the museum today and noticed this post-it note folded up and sticking out the bottom of the Secret Box.
This wooden box is in the Secret Corner of the museum. A very comfortable chair sits in the corner. It is surrounded by poetry and secrets that people have made un-secrets. Continue reading “Happier Ignorant”
Radio Show about Poetry: Those Were the Days
I bought this book in a flea market because of the last page in it, a poem “To One Who Does Not Care For Poetry,” which I love. (Read it below) Of course, then I had to investigate who Tony Wons was–check out that snazzy photo of him! Continue reading “Radio Show about Poetry: Those Were the Days”
Heirophant
Teach what you want to learn, she says to me
And she walks away, for every reaction
There is for every branch on one side
Of the tree there is for every step
Forward there is for every shunning
Of the light there is for every turn
Of the page there is for every rock
Spiraling into the water there is
For every bird with a broken wing Continue reading “Heirophant”
Rural Oklahoma Museum of Poetry 