Sunrise 1/12/24
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The lowly street that I drove down With groceries from across the town, Delivering for little pay To someone at the dawn of day Was somewhat black and somewhat brown And somewhat white with winter's gown Thrown across a bridal frown. But still I thought it rather gay, The lowly street. "No Outlet," said a yellow noun, The verb implied and you could drown If you continued down that way To where the river has its say. And still I think this is my crown: The lowly street.
When I read a Potter poem, I am continually reminded of what William Carlos Williams meant when he wrote The Red Wheelbarrow." The simple act of seeing and writing about what is actually there is at the heart of Jonathan's poetry.
There's a theme of noticing all the little beautiful things building today. 💙