"Stuff is eaten by dogs, broken by family and friends, sanded down by the wind, frozen by the mountains, lost by the prairie, burnt off by the sun, washed away by the rain. So you are left with dogs, family, friends, sun, rain, wind, prairie and mountains. What more do you want?"
Sunday, March 17, 2013
...a step ahead of the banker,
a moment behind convention,
putting off heaven and hell
as long as possible.
--from Blood Writing, by Sean Sexton
The poet sends his picture, in his Querencia, and a painting. I'd love to see that place. Meanwhile, get his book!