Poetry in the ‘hood
There's a new bit of poetry in the little stage set outside of 4059 Latona Ave, and it struck our fancy. #13 A bee thumps against the dusy window, falls to the sill,climbs back up, buzzing;falls again;and does this over and over.If only he would climb higher!the top half of the window isopen. Bunch Grass by Robert Sund Despite the fact that it reads very much like prose with extra line breaks, we appreciate the simple scene, simply painted. Stop by…