A Public Sphere for Poetry, Politics, and Nature
I can’t help but write it, get up
in the morning and there it is.
Useless, worth nothing on the market.
No piece of oil field technology,
nor can it loft a plane into the air. Cannot
even feed me for a day. But there it is.
The best of me set out in words on water.
Paper boats aflame in the dark of our time.
Copyright 2017 Doug Anderson