In Praise of Unexpected Teachers

By Ellen Sander | Jan 04, 2013

Maybe Galileo had a real daughter
that wasn’t me
So I live to envy vision
That is how I learn

I am the brood of bold choices;
a solitary destiny
Traffic on the road less traveled
gets worse all the time

I am delivered to the refuge
in an ecology of language ...










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