‘Dew’ by Kay Ryan

Image source: Library of Congress As neatly as peas in their green canoe, as discreetly as beads strung in a row, sit drops of dew along a blade of grass. But unattached and subject to their weight, they slip if they accumulate. Down the green tongue out of the morning sun into the general damp,

In Tough Times

When the pawn hits the conflict he thinks like a king What he knows throws the blows when he goes to the fight And he’ll win the whole thing ‘fore he enters the ring There’s nobody to batter when your mind is your might So when you go solo you hold your own hand And

‘A Name’ by Ada Limón

Image source: Kentucky Lex Go When Eve walked among the animals and named them — nightingale, red-shouldered hawk, fiddler crab, fallow deer — I wonder if she ever wanted them to speak back, looked into their wide wonderful eyes and whispered, “Name me, name me.” – Ada Limón (1976) I found this poem while riding