One of the projects sponsored by Poetry Society of America is short poems posted in panels on NY subways. Larry caught a glimpse of this one, exiting the train:
Dew
Like peas in their
green canoe, like
beads strung
in a row, sit
drops of dew
along a blade
of grass. But
unattached and
subject to their
weight they slip
if they accumulate. Continue reading “Poetry in Motion”