Food for the Creative Imagination.
I am just finishing Ballistics by Billy Collins.
Toward the end of the book is this gem of a poem:
DivorceOnce, two spoons in bed,now tined forksacross a granite tableand the knives they have hired.
Once, two spoons in bed,now tined forks
across a granite tableand the knives they have hired.
I'm a sap, I admit it. This is a wonderful video:Thank to my Aunt Lee for sending this my way!
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