I just read a poem by Arther Sze, the poet laureate of Santa Fe. Here is a line from it.
"I see how picking spinach in a field
blossoms the picker, how a thoughtless act
shears a wing."
You can read the whole poem on my facebook page Wendy.Heller.50.
"I see how picking spinach in a field
blossoms the picker, how a thoughtless act
shears a wing."
You can read the whole poem on my facebook page Wendy.Heller.50.