Monday, April 25, 2011
Squirrel
Somewhere on my hard drive there's a photo of chunky, inquisitive squirrel looking in our living window. It's a probably a good thing it's not turning up, or else s/he would have swallowed up this post. Instead, I'll just put up the text of my "Squirrel," which is The Rumpus's poem of the day for National Poetry Month. And say a weary hello from Fairbanks, Alaska, where it is 61 degrees, and startlingly bright at eight PM.
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4 comments:
Love it, Paul! The tautness of a poem and the drive of narrative. And those squirrels! They're such compelling, quirky characters.
Will have to link to it from Rhymes with Bacon....
Thanks so much, Lakin. I'm going to bed smiling. :-)
....with the lovely sun in your eyes, no doubt. Enjoy your sun-bathed zzzzzz's
I did, thank you. But, interestingly, the night lasted longer than I expected--10 to 4--and now that it's getting light, I bet I'll sleep more soundly. (Still on East Coast time, which equals 8:30 AM right now.)
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