A Critic Comes to Dinner
I told my guest
it’s just a poem
doesn't mean a thing
a salad tossed
with colors bright
while listening to
piccolos of
wrens and robins
overcome by spring
I told my guest
it’s just a poem
doesn't mean a thing
a salad tossed
with colors bright
while listening to
piccolos of
wrens and robins
overcome by spring