Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Great Regulars: Whether we like it or not,

we live with the awareness that death is always close at hand, and in this poem by Don Thompson, a Californian, a dead blackbird can't be pushed out of the awareness of the speaker, nor can it escape the ants, who have their own yard work to do.

Yard Work

from Ted Kooser: American Life in Poetry: Column 272

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