Picking Up Straw

Picking Up Straw

He thought he’d catch a nap
But in America
it was
A bad time
So he gathered straw

For sleeplessness
He made himself
A poet nest
While violence
Went on and on

Author: stevekuusisto

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