That little bird, the other day singing in the morning, tipped his hand - how little he cared to hide from our great galumphing presence; though we did construe his slight and ruffled lozenge of a body, eye-height at the trailside as an offer, along with his voice - What else in this very moment sings? Only everything. The invitation stands.
Hi friends. It’s National Poetry Month. Time to play 30/30, wherein the goal, game and invitation is to write a poem a day for 30 days. I first encountered 30/30 via Robert Okaji back in 2015. Since then, I’ve played it, alone and in groups, though never yet as a fundraiser. For me, it’s been more of a mojo-raiser, a commitment to respond to the world’s song, in written verse, on a daily basis.
Here we go!
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