Marvels of the Will

I read only the gloomiest poems
Leave salvation to daisies mystics the apple tree
Finnish poet Lauri Viita–something
About being shoveled under
Still alive, Nordic Poe
That’s for me–just
Over there a thin twisted
Man feeds crows in rain
If I loved myself better…
If I’d a deathless word
Entirely my own…

Author: stevekuusisto

Poet, Essayist, Blogger, Journalist, Memoirist, Disability Rights Advocate, Public Speaker, Professor, Syracuse University View all posts by stevekuusisto