Each poem a pill for what ails you.
An empty pocket. A broken bone.
A daughter lost in the vast city.
Each poem new snow,
then footprints.
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Kevin Walker
11 posts
Kevin Walker
@PloverPress
Piping plovers nest on open sand. They're small, and hard to see till you learn how to look. Plover Press is not a press, just open sand for poems like that.
Katılım Şubat 2015
2 Takip Edilen3 Takipçiler
Words we lost: (list circa 2132, discovered later:)
prairie starlit arctic cancer Florida frog
Words we still have: hunger. Beatles.
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There are no strangers; only spirits shaped as threats.
There is no knowing where the children born today will lead us.
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@keithtaylora2 I just started @ploverpress for that KWalker who writes poems. No Followers yet! Need a press agent who resembles Santa. You!
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Squirrels don't seem
important.
But to squirrels,
this is the land of squirrels.
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I woke up first.
My son snored like an old man.
The moon was watching.
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