Even when this summer's doe was scratching,she managed a sort of grace.
I wish I could be graceful about saying that I have decided to skip a poem today.
Not entirely because last's night poem is still unfinished business with me.
(S says I should write Philip Levine and ask him a couple of questions.
but I doubt I will go there.)
I hope this won't mean I will be starting to skip all the time . . . .