Don't think I will get to paint today because I am going straight from work to a
Billy Collins Poetry Reading. It's one of Miami's little gifts, bringing in the talent of Mr. Collins, to a theater for free. This two time Poet Laureate makes you cry, laugh, and wonder about more things than you ever thought about. I am thrilled to spend an evening with him. Listening to poetry is sort of like holding onto a butterfly. You can't clench it tight or (like in the classrooms back in the day where we analyzed it to bits) you will kill it. I am going tonight with open palms/ open mind.
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