There's no place here.
I've got some visual aids I'm going to use later.
The first poem I'm going to read is a very short poem,
which I reminded that--
I was reminded by Marvin Bell's poem about the charm.
He said, he thought of that water
seeping through the flower pot as a kind of a charm
that he could go back to.
And so I'm going to give you this little charm
that I wrote when I was living up in Ann Arbor in the snow
and thinking back on the spring in the South.
It's a little celebration, I guess,
of those little tiny stems that clover and violets have,
those little clear stems.
It's called Clover and Violets.
Near the river, under mimosa trees, water moves in the air,
shapes of green and blue.
The stems are clear veins into the ground.