This is another morning poem from a one-word prompt — “radius” — which had me sitting in quiet for a stretch, scratching my head about how to even begin. And then it took shape, so to speak.
Peace (and Math),
Kevin
If you don’t live it, it won’t come out of your horn. ~ Charlie Parker
This is another morning poem from a one-word prompt — “radius” — which had me sitting in quiet for a stretch, scratching my head about how to even begin. And then it took shape, so to speak.
Peace (and Math),
Kevin