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Gray Memorial
Morning rain has combed the flags to thread. The street lies gray beneath a lowered sky...
Poems from the Cafe
Words for the road and quiet mornings.
Browse the poems we have on the shelf,
written in the warmth of the Rocky Road Café.
Pull up a chair and stay awhile...
BROWSE POEMSBrowse the poems we have on the shelf,
written in the warmth of the Rocky Road Café.
Pull up a chair and stay awhile...
ON THE SHELF THIS MONTH
Something Not Hers
Scott M. Bishop
Who writes like that?
Not writes, exactly.
Who stands still enough
for the unseen
to pass through
without frightening it away?
READ MORE →Not writes, exactly.
Who stands still enough
for the unseen
to pass through
without frightening it away?
THE CURRENT SHELF
Today's Arrival
Small poems that arrive whole.
More Poems
Some poems stay nearer the road. Others find their way to the shelf — road songs, small odes, and other provisions for anyone passing through.
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Ode to the Sister Mountain
Not every altar is made by hands. Some rise from the old violence of the earth...
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Something Not Hers
Who writes like that?
Not writes, exactly...
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The Man Who Misplaced His Maybe
There once was a man with a maybe, that he kept in a jar by the door...
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Blueberry Pancake Morning
In a kitchen quite small,
on a bright sunny day,
a stack of tall pancakes,
decided to play...
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The Balloony-Bump Parade
At half-past cake
and a quarter to spoon,
there bounced through the doorway
a party balloon...
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The Yellow Balloon Who Went Visiting
A child had a balloon,
a bright yellow one,
as round as a dumpling,
as warm as the sun...
THE ROCKY ROAD CAFE
POEMS & PROVISIONS
Open most mornings.
Close when the light gets good.
Close when the light gets good.
Thank you for stopping by.
Come back anytime.
The Café will be here.
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The Café will be here.
