Poets sing our human music for us.

“The Latin names of plants blur like belief.”

“In the convent, y'all,I tend the gardens,watch things grow,pray for the immorta…”

“Went to the Zoo, I said to Him- Something about that chimpanzee over there remi…”

“I like pouring your tea, liftingthe heavy pot, and tipping it up,so the fragran…”