Tuesday, May 28, 2013

Great Regulars: You can't get closer to our hunter-gatherer

ancestors than by clawing in the earth with your fingers. Here's a delightful poem about digging for bait by Marsha Truman Cooper, a Californian.

A Knot of Worms

from Ted Kooser: American Life in Poetry: Column 427

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