Back story here.
The colder the raindrops
the harder they knock
on the door.
Come to think of it,
there's no reason to decide
who you are.
I prefer the skyline
of a shelf of books.
Imagine a gallery
where all the paintings
opened and closed their wings!
Sometimes all it takes
to be happy
is a dime on the sidewalk.
The moon put her hand
over my mouth and told me
to shut up and watch.
Ted Kooser/Jim Harrison as excerpted from Braided Creek: A Conversation in Poetry
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