One of my favorite poems

… 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
won’t go
spells Chicago
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.


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