new at PP
i saw the following poem by Peggy shoemaker at Viggo site Perceval Press and found it quite touching..
Anniversary
What being nests
in our hollows?
What being nests
in our broken places?
Bound, one self
rising into two
who year after year
stick around, stay
Testament, new
each morning, each day
What whorl
borne of both of us
peels loose?
What world
borne of both of us
lifts away?
- Peggy Shumaker