robert frost said: “Poetry is a way of taking life by the throat.”
for me, poetry is about slowing down and observing what is going on around us.
while stopped at a corner of a mouldering cherry blossom-covered street, i spied two young sparrows ripping leaves off a small plant.
at a downtown square, a child chased pigeons into traffic where two were killed by cars.
a woman walked down the street while talking on a cell phone and erupted in laughter.
i thought about the woman my grandmother used to be before alzheimer’s.
this is all poetry.
