February 2011
7 posts
into the emptiness, by frederick seidel, an excerpt
Some are playing hopscotch Or skipping rope during recess, And some are swinging on swings, And seesaws are seesawing.
That she is shy, Which means it must be May, Turns into virgin snow And walking mittened home with laughing friends.
And the small birds singing, And the sudden silence, And the curtains billow, And the spring thunder...
jeff bridges site is kind of crazy
