Later that night we barbecued. See ElizabethCooks.com for the menu and recipes.
I like this motorcycle because of the fiery-looking metal plate just underneath his leg.
"Introduction to Poetry," by Billy Collins
or press an ear against its hive.
I say drop a mouse into a poem
And watch him probe his way out,
Or walk inside the poem’s room
And feel the walls for a light switch.
I want them to water ski
Across the surface of a poem
Waving at the author’s name on the shore.
But all they want to do
Is tie the poem to a chair with rope
And torture a confession out of it
They begin beating it with a hose
To find out what it really means.