There’s a new bit of poetry in the little stage set outside of 4059 Latona Ave, and it struck our fancy.
#13
A bee thumps against the dusy window,
falls to the sill,
climbs back up, buzzing;
falls again;
and does this over and over.
If only he would climb higher!
the top half of the window is
open.
Bunch Grass by Robert Sund
Despite the fact that it reads very much like prose with extra line breaks, we appreciate the simple scene, simply painted. Stop by and check it out, yourself!
And while we’re on the topic of poetry, here’s what Open Books on 45th is sporting in their window these days:
