Friday
My recent posts have been so heavy (and long!) that I conclude the week on a lighter note. I love the way Gregory Orr tosses off what appears to be a casual observation (“Might as well give it away”) before hitting us with the zinger (“that saved your life”). My gratitude to poets for giving us these gifts knows no bounds.
How Lucky We Are
By Gregory Orr
How lucky we are
That you can’t sell
A poem, that it has
No value. Might
As well
Give it away.
That poem you love,
That saved your life,
Wasn’t it given to you?
