a poem about mirrors
here i am let it ring across the canyon here i am proud and square hugging the mountains hello friends don’t show up empty-handed i offer my much smaller much softer mountains in return two landscapes basking in sun we hold well worn paths untouched peaks and some very strange locals what marvels we are not so different you and i
Would you please start recording you reading your poetry like you were on an NPR show so I could just play them one after the other on repeat before I go to bed?
Love the audio companion