Jane Kenyon is my favorite poet. Below are two short reasons why, but you really should read Otherwise and Let Evening Come.
The Shirt
The shirt touches his neck
And smooths over his back.
It slides down his sides.
It even goes below his belt�
down into his pants.
Lucky shirt.
Biscuit
The dog has cleaned his bowl
and his reward is a biscuit,
which I put in his mouth
like a priest offering the host.
I can’t bear that trusting face!
He asks for bread, expects
bread, and I in my power
might have given him a stone.
4:31 p.m.
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