How my day begins…

Stephen Kuusisto, Letters to Borges

I still find myself among thistles

Wormwood in the vodka

Last night’s dream burning

In the grate—outside

Schoolchildren walk

Bundled against the rain


The sea horse’s coordinates—

Only map worth sketching

\With this chewed pencil


Count on me

Says the pea-stalk horse


Birches clouds books


Author: skuusisto

Poet, Essayist, Blogger, Journalist, Memoirist, Disability Rights Advocate, Public Speaker, Professor, Syracuse University

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