In a completely, completely different vein from the "Choir" poem, here is one that could easily be made into a children's book. I thought of it pretty much all at once while helping my littlest get down for naptime. It's called, uh, Naptime, which is indicative of how totally unironic it is.
a brand new poem as of October 16, 2007 attempting to integrate, like Spock integrating his dual vulcan and human heritage, the two seemingly divergent categories in which I have always held my memories of the January/February 1994 St. Olaf Choir tour:
The Choir
a brand new poem as of August 31, 2006 dealing with an old tv show, an explorer, etc.:
Florida Limericks and Gin Rickeys
a fourteen year old poem by my twenty year old self:
The Pencil Bag
a poem by my youngest cat:
Ripped Jeans
2 other poems:
I Will Always Miss My Stringy Shirt
What Is This Shit?
2 versions of a poem from Thursday 7-31-03 written on the way in to the Park And Fly lot at MSP airport and altered into two versions late at night in room 113 of the Country Inn of Woodland Park, CO later that weekend:
for K on her 30th birthday
about a rainbow
The Clear Poems:
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