Easy to dismiss as drawings, but less so as ghosts and lives;
Those we carry with us, and those we try to hide;
A poem of lines abides by where they’re broken;
The face arrives before they’re spoken;
Stars tell trees what these tell me;
No more grace, or less, than we believe.
Canvases 201, 202, 203
February 9, 2011
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Library Notes: Added Carl Sandburg’s Cornhuskers to my collection at LibraryThing.