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To Poet Katharine Ogle

POETIC INSPIRATION Ode to a Nightingale, by John Keats
HOME SOUNDS LIKE Bird sounds. Especially the barred owl, whose hoot sounds like someone saying “Who cooks for you?”
MAKES ME SMILE When someone is surprised by a sneeze.

 

Home So Small Far Away

The front door was red then.
When I had to wait I thought

of cicadas. When I had to cry
I went to my spot by the creek.

There was no smell without taste.
I had a thing for rain. To be alive

in the throat of a flower.

 

Home So Small Far Away

The front door was red then.
When I had to wait I thought

of cicadas. When I had to cry
I went to my spot by the creek.

There was no smell without taste.
I had a thing for rain. To be alive

in the throat of a flower.

Katharine Ogle, 28

Seattle / Charlottesville, VA

 
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