Friday, April 10, 2009
What postcard? Oh, this. Um...I found it in the mailbox? I'm pretty sure it's addressed to me. (Thank you secret poetry pal!)
The New Dog
Into the gravity of my life,
the serious ceremonies
of polish and paper
and pen, has come
this manic animal
whose innocent disruptions
make nonsense
of my old simplicities--
as if I needed him
to prove again that after
all the careful planning,
anything can happen.
-- Linda Pastan
(keep the poetry love going -- share a poem with someone!)
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