father ponderosa
your children are all here
on the pin-wheeled edge
of your shadow
you are the idea of creation
before mountains
watching over this town
from your station
on Methodist Mountain
can i say that you are beautiful?
Nomadic Poetry – You Don’t Have to Suffer
You Don’t Have to Suffer By Craig Nielson You don’t have to suffer like the hungry finches who arrive like Penitentes when the irises first glean themselves into cerulean skies. You don’t have to save the drowning in Bangladesh or stop the soybean plantations from creeping over the volcanic hills. You don’t even have to …