an iPoem
by Ted KooserOutside my window, snagged on an eave
and lifting lightly on a breeze, I saw
a four-foot length of common cotton string,
the dime-store kind you’d tie a package with.
Outside my window, snagged on an eave
and lifting lightly on a breeze, I saw
a four-foot length of common cotton string,
the dime-store kind you’d tie a package with.