An unbidden poet’s
bedeviling cry
levels a challenge,
and waits for reply:
“Why would ambition
ever be small?
You might as well never
have had one at all.”
(Emily pokes at
her flowering sod –
and conjures new ways
to keep puzzling God.)
bedeviling cry
levels a challenge,
and waits for reply:
“Why would ambition
ever be small?
You might as well never
have had one at all.”
(Emily pokes at
her flowering sod –
and conjures new ways
to keep puzzling God.)
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