-ml -- We sat and spoke of writing, and she asked about my poetry, I thought to myself. How funny it was to see poetry ask about poetry- Her smile described sunsets in a way words never could and her eyes charted constellations across the night sky. Poetry personified. The kind a writer wished they would write. It was a beautiful day. She was a Beautiful Day.
Dublin Core
Title
-ml -- We sat and spoke of writing, and she asked about my poetry, I thought to myself. How funny it was to see poetry ask about poetry- Her smile described sunsets in a way words never could and her eyes charted constellations across the night sky. Poetry personified. The kind a writer wished they would write. It was a beautiful day. She was a Beautiful Day.
Collection
Citation
“-ml -- We sat and spoke of writing, and she asked about my poetry, I thought to myself. How funny it was to see poetry ask about poetry- Her smile described sunsets in a way words never could and her eyes charted constellations across the night sky. Poetry personified. The kind a writer wished they would write. It was a beautiful day. She was a Beautiful Day.,” Lawrence Catania's Omeka, accessed November 28, 2024, https://omeka.lawrencecatania.com/items/show/3338.