Unassuming Haiku Musings
I have never known
I have never known a providence more divine than Nova Scotia.
Department
Filed under this office for reasons the ledger appears prepared to defend.
I have never known a providence more divine than Nova Scotia.
A little green sprout pops from the ground, turns about, straight off soils itself.
Tufts of hair sprouting, from my ears—of golden corn dressed in silk tassels.
Whitman's Leaves of Grass— bold, unpolished verse that stirred Oxford's learned dons.