favorite short poems

Two, for you, before I goo. Er, go. Before I go. Right.

In a Station of the Metro The apparition    of these faces    in the crowd: Petals    on a wet, black    bough. — Ezra Pound
You Fit Into Me You fit into me like a hook into an eye A fish hook An open eye — Margaret Atwood

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I acknowledge that I live and work on stolen Cowlitz, Clackamas, Atfalati, and Kalapuya land.
I give respect and reverence to those who came before me.