Saturday, November 15, 2008


from Eleanor Lerman's poem Starfish
"This is what life does. It lets you walk up to
the store to buy breakfast and the paper, on a
stiff knee. It lets you choose the way you have
your eggs, your coffee. Then it sits a fisherman
down beside you at the counter who says, Last night,
the channel was full of starfish. And you wonder,
is this a message, finally, or just another day?"

Here's the rest of it

I have wondered about starfish in New Kent.
We've only got fresh water. Am I s.o.l.? No.
Today, I saw them swimming through the forest.

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