I usually like my Saint Francis a bit spiker than this one -- I have a feeling he was a tough old goat. But how to resist those "ten miles of angel-pin turns"?
Go read "Bless This Night," by Mary A. Koncel, yesterday's poem on Poetry Daily.
I usually like my Saint Francis a bit spiker than this one -- I have a feeling he was a tough old goat. But how to resist those "ten miles of angel-pin turns"?
Go read "Bless This Night," by Mary A. Koncel, yesterday's poem on Poetry Daily.
This is nice. Something to think about when you drive along and see the pitiful furry bodies by the side of the road.