Friday, March 11, 2011

You are a warm front

Here is a bright short poem for your Friday, a gift from our wonderful friend, Karen, in Tennessee. Enjoy:
You and I
by Jonathan Potter

You are a warm front
that moved in from the north,
a blind spot bearing beautiful gifts,
a garden in the air, a golden filament
inscribed with the name of God's hunting dog,
a magic heirloom mistaken for a feather duster,
a fountain in a cow pasture, an anachronistic anagram
annoyed by anonymity, a dollar in the pocket
of a winter coat in summer.

And I am the discoverer of you.

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