Winter Morning Walks: March 11 by Ted Kooser

March 11
by Ted Kooser
The sky a pale yellow this morning,
like the skin of an onion,
and here at the center,
under layer upon layer of brooding
and ferment, a poet,
and cupped in his hands, the green shoot
of one word.

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