Poem By Kay Ryan

June 12, 2013 — 0


The Best Of It

  However carved up or pared down we get, we keep on making the best of it as though it doesn’t matter that our acre’s down to a square foot. As though our garden could be one bean and we’d rejoice if it flourishes, as though one bean could nourish us.                                - Kay Ryan  

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