We installed the poetry box three years ago this September, and it’s offered such a rich form of connection and also plenty of surprises – a car coming up the street to idle in front while someone grabbed a poem, the way e.e. cummings spoke to a neighbor, a front porch visit from the poetry box maker himself.
This week’s surprise is Charles Bukowski, whom I would have never expected to find his way into the box with all his boozy combativeness. Also a surprise: I found the poem through the newsletter for an heirloom bean company that I love (and am ever an evangelist for). I’m going to be away for a few weeks and don’t have poems ready to go while I’m gone. So it'll be Bukowski seeing us through.
“you can’t beat death
but you can beat death in life, sometimes.”
