Ink runs from the corners of my mouth.
There is no happiness like mine.
I have been eating poetry.

from Mark Strand's "Eating Poetry"

okay. so I don't fancy myself a poet or anything. I don't know crap, in fact. I like to read poetry (though I really have not read that much) and I have written a schlew of poems, very few of which I like. So don't think I'm one of those deeper-than-thou-see-my-angst-expressed-in-big-words-strung-together- in-rhymes people. I am probably better than you in many ways, but I can assure you poetry is not one of them. *amused grin*

the Sandburg isn't in yet....but it's worth the wait, I promise.