Stanley was such a poetry god.
He also lived to be 100 years old, which is pretty impressive.
His lines often wiggle their way out of my memory, into my forebrain at unexpected times.
I have always loved this one.
Speaking of wild perfection and things to love. . .
I am in love with Rick Allen’s giclees, like the one above.
Check them out at The Kenspeckle Letter Press.
If you are like me, you may start panting.