We tripped over shadows, Richard Tuttle poems informing textile musings, humanity, exhibits, architecture, sidewalks and meals--filling our souls with Philadelphia heat, family stories and urban variety. We filled our bags with Pennsylvania cherries, strawberries, and Virginia dill to keep us going. And, at last, stopped on a porch to watch the world go by.
"Here, even the light trips
"Here, even the light tripsover its own shadows."
--Richard Jackson, from "Self-Portrait as Window," Resonance: Poems (The Ashland Poetry Press, 2010)
--Richard Jackson, from "Self-Portrait as Window," Resonance: Poems (The Ashland Poetry Press, 2010)
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