First, some poetry

I think I might post a lot today. As they say on Tumblr, I will be "all over your dash." So please do just scroll on by if you're feeling rushed/not in the mood to comment, okay?

I liked today's poem from Writer's Almanac, "Aware," by Denise Levertov, which Garrison Kiellor reprints with permission, but I, lacking permission, will merely quote:

I found the vine leaves
speaking among themselves in abundant
whispers . . .

Next time
I'll move like cautious sunlight, open
the door by fractions, eavesdro...