Birthday Atlas

Outside an urban hotel
Eating soup from a paper cup

And so many
Small birds underfoot

What methods
One picks up…

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I can’t be taught
Much of anything

Swans glide
In perfect silence
In the Finnish underworld

Look at all
These bowed heads
On the subway

Author: skuusisto

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