… was written by a boy in Minnesota named Lombard and was caputred by Natalie Goldberg in Wild Mind. Just read it again this a.m. when I picked up my battered old copy of the oft-used source of inspiration. And here was his poem:
Chicken and the car
smells pretty good.
If you ask me why I like this poem I won’t be able to tell you. I just know that I remember it often. I remember it because when I first read it I was deep into Wild Mind and was exploring my wild mind for the first time all over again. This poem cracked me open in intangible ways. Smells pretty good.