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This has been a favorite poem on mine for quite a while. I just love the last two lines.
By Jason Shinder.
There are stones on the beach
I should have guessed
were birds blown away from the rest.
They are speckled with white and gray and green
as if a painter overpainted.
If you ask me anything about it,
I will go on telling you the same thing --
to be in love is like going outside
to see what kind of day it is.
It's found in a book called Among Women and is published by Graywolf Press.
Morning
By Jason Shinder.
There are stones on the beach
I should have guessed
were birds blown away from the rest.
They are speckled with white and gray and green
as if a painter overpainted.
If you ask me anything about it,
I will go on telling you the same thing --
to be in love is like going outside
to see what kind of day it is.
It's found in a book called Among Women and is published by Graywolf Press.
