April was poetry month. I didn’t take enough advantage. Here’s one for May. From Gary Snyder, and his book of uncollected poems called Left Out in the Rain: New Poems 1947-l985 THEN When everybody in the world has a carand nobody knows the smellpeople will be amazed at our carpentryall the deer in zoosthey’ll rememberContinue reading “Then (by Gary Snyder)”