36/93: Poetry


My mom gave me this book of Poetry recently. I have it sitting on my (new) night stand. And before I drift off, or when I have  moment in the morning I pick it and read a bit. Billy Collin’s work is just my speed. It’s accessible, I understand it and most importantly, I love it.

In the poem titled “Poetry,” he writes:

We are busy doing nothing–
and all we need for that is an afternoon,
a rowboat under a blue sky.

Doesn’t that just force you to look and relax? I’m heading out right now to find a rowboat.



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