Every post of Barbara’s is a pilgrimage in the land of words to some place beautiful inside!!
a short interlude of my poetry bookshelf (alphabetical by poet, of course)
i’m told tales of folks who slip their finery off their boudoir shelves, who tuck silks and satins into trunks and valises. i’m told they jet off to faraway places, wiggle their toes in pure white sands. sip intoxicants adorned with wee paper parasols and wedges of papaya. then, i’m told, they manage to find their way home, whole again.
i’d not know from such exotica. and i doubt it’d do much besides break me out in patchy hives.
i, in sharp contrast, am yanking out a sweater or three, tucking them alongside my toothbrush. i’ll pack a stash of honeycrisp apples (an upgrade for the occasion) and piles of reporter’s notebooks, then slide behind the wheel of my old red wagon, and motor my way to grand rapids, smack dab in the palm of the mitten state…
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