Bevel of A Bell
I have this journal
where I write down words and phrases
in hopes to sneak them into poems.
Words like: chicory, pine nuts, wind-blown.
But now, with no poetry in sight,
I am left with what looks like
mad-man recipes and dream receipts,
and I cannot begin to tell you
how many times I have written
"the bevel of a bell"
to no avail.