It's like I've never met
songbirds or angels.
The sun, a cup,
rises half-way
between the rains,
odorless, its shame
a warm distraction.
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3 comments:
I am easily confused by things computerly. Why exactly is the word "distraction" a hyperlink to the blog of Dave Bonta?
Thanks you for what is certain to be an illuminating response.
Very truly yours,
The Ignorant Heathen, Languishing in the Dark
Hi Richard. You really must visit more often. This poem was created with words taken from Bonta's poem Spring Distractions. Thus Inside Spring Distractions. The hyperlink should link directly to Bonta's poem Spring Distractions--it's a way of acknowledgment without the distraction of url in footnotes, I guess.
urls are ugly
But your poem is lovely.
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