The word flat is not -- not with its tower, lookout, and facade.
The prairie, though, stays low for cursive miles before and after amber sun, airy spaces dotted by a banking throng of starlings, dotted by a single insect blown against a bending clover.
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The Word flat
The word flat is not --
not with its tower,
lookout,
and facade.
The prairie, though, stays low
for cursive miles before and after amber sun,
airy spaces dotted by a banking throng of starlings,
dotted by a single insect blown against a bending clover.
When you have visited,
don't note
how flat.
The poet is Karsten Piper
So, I made that Lebanese grilled flatbread last night.
Very good! Cooked well, and they were a big hit!
Shouldn't it have been EEEE-Way, then?
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