Thanks to Eric for reminding me of Theodore Roethke, Seattle's finest poet until the advent of Mike Geary.
THE ADVENT COMETHColor me purple waiting liturgical four Sundays running
waiting,waiting, waiting for God. OK, then, Godot --
waiting, waiting. Forget it. I went with Gidget, at least she showed. And so, my poems, gone Hawaiian, lack the rigor of winter and rain, and never let loose such Roethkean truths as: "Deep in their roots, all flowers keep the light." I keep to my height. Mike Geary Poet Laureate of Belvedere Boulevard. ------------------------------------------------------------------ To change your Lit-Ideas settings (subscribe/unsub, vacation on/off, digest on/off), visit www.andreas.com/faq-lit-ideas.html