An older man with a cane came to my front yard poetry hut a couple weeks ago. Big smile. Lively eyes. He thanked me for all the new poets he’d found over years via the poetry hut and we began talking about his favorite Minnesota poets. He was handsome in the same tall lean way … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Kari Gunter-Seymour
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