They are stones
shaped to the hand.
Fling them accurately.
They are horses.
Bridle them;
they'll run away with you.
They are windows,
opening on vistas
that are unreachable.
They are apples.
Bite on hardness
to the sweet core.
They are coracles;
flimsy,
soon overloaded.
They are candles.
Carry them carefully.
They have burned cities.
As part of National poetry month, today is National Poem in your Pocket Day. Catherine Fisher's poem is the one I'll be carrying with me and sharing today. If you'd like to get in on the celebration, take a few minutes today to share a poem with someone . . . email one to a friend, post one in the comments section of a blog (hint hint), read one to a family member, or carry a copy of a poem in your pocket and give it to an unsuspecting stranger.
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