Don't Need a Weatherman
Bless, bless
Halló, this is Iceland.
Maybe one day, when you are not such a busy and important human, you can visit me in a flying machine and drive into my darkness and turn off your tele-phone and be quiet and look up into my sky, and think about how small you are.
Bless bless,
- Iceland
le printemps: Ted Kooser: Selecting a Reader
First, I would have her be beautiful,
and walking carefully up on my poetry
at the loneliest moment of an afternoon,
her hair still damp at the neck
from washing it. She should be wearing
a raincoat, an old one, dirty
from not having money enough for the cleaners.
She…
(Source: poemelf.wordpress.com)
omg call me
William “Buffalo Bill” Cody, age nineteen, c. 1865. (Buffalo Bill Historical Center)
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