April 24, 2021 – National Poetry Month

Among Women by Marie Ponsot What women wander?Not many. All. A few.Most would, now & then,& no wonder.Some, and I’m one,Wander sitting still.My small grandmotherBought from every peddlerLess for the ribbons and laceThan for their scentOf sleep where you will,Walk out when you want, chooseYour bread and your company. She warned me, “Have nothing toContinue reading “April 24, 2021 – National Poetry Month”