Let’s begin with a poem. Like many of Joanne Kyger’s, this one is untitled:
Morning is such a welcome time. It doesn’t demand
much from the pocket— Some coffee, a cigarette,
and the day starts, full of optimism & clarity of hope
While the Muse holds her head, and the crazy Elementals
hold down their wrath
lightly under the earth’s surface.
Some vague attention