lift a lime, a loaf of bread steal a scarf, a spool of thread nick a nail, a bolt, a screw all these things belong to you-- because you saw them, touched them, smelled them then you listened as you held them, now they live inside your head, sneak into stories you can spread
Heidi, I love the playfulness of this poem!
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ReplyDeletePoaching the world for poetry! I love it! What a writerly life kind of poem--It would be a great one to share with students!
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