Tuesday, April 01, 2008

April is National Poetry Month. Let's start with Miller Williams.

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I'll sit down sooner or later. Untying my shoes
I'll look up at the sky and say Hello, Sky.
Look, people will say, He's come to his senses.
I've said Hello to walls. Nobody has said
A man has come to his senses, come and look.
But sooner or later I'll take a drink
and sit down and look into blue space and say Hello, Space,
and people will whisper, He's come to his senses, look.

— Miller Williams

All He Ever Wanted

A good friend, a casually chosen book,
a couple of perfectly rotten magazines,
hot bread, cold milk, lean sausage and one good cook
who knows precisely what over-medium means.

— Miller Williams

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