Two Poems by a Poet Laureate
By Betsy Sholl These two poems cannot be found in any of Betsy Sholl’s books, only here and in the magazines listed. THE SEA ITSELF Here, on solid ground, a blue jay lands, beautiful and shrill, looking right at me, banging a seed over and over, as if hell never get it rightanother creature I … Continue reading Two Poems by a Poet Laureate