Into the Porches: # 209: 9/29/17

Saturday, September 30, 2017

# 209: 9/29/17

don't worry
my president
have no fear
I was writing yesterday
I was writing about

Flowers
Under
Clear blue skies
Kissed by bees
Yielding nectar all
Openly
Under the clear. blue. sky.

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Here readers will find the poems I sent, on a daily basis, to the White House between February 11, 2017 and May 15, 2018, and occasional ones posted thereafter. Poems neither protest, necessarily, nor topical, but meant to delight and instruct. The purpose is for their ultimate recipient--i.e., the lowly intern tasked with summarily deleting them--to be poked a little in the brain. Life itself, if I am not mistaken, began with an inert dirt-molecule being shocked into an amoeba.

To salvage our sanity.

Commoncrofts is still on.

Saturday, September 30, 2017

# 209: 9/29/17

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