A few favorite poems...

Burrows

Out in the country I walk across towns

        I'll never see:

mazy metropolises

        under the earth

         where rabbits hide from foxes

             foxes hide from dogs

             full-bellied snakes sleep snugly

               worms work uncomplaining

Where what you see is nothing--

what counts is what you smell

        or hear or feel

I try to tread softly:

        a quiet giant

           leaving only footprints

               on the roof



Marilyn Singer

How to Eat a Poem

Don't be polite.
Bite in.
Pick it up with your fingers and lick the
juice that may run down your chin.
It is ready and ripe now, wherever you are.

You do not need a knife or a fork or a spoon
or plate or napkin or tablecloth.

For there is no core
or stem
or rind
or pit
or seed
or skin
to throw away.

- Eve Merriam