Revelations, Acceptance
We are going back and forth about gerunds, articles, the past tense of verbs—contemporary or archaic?—in a poem I've written and revised for my on-line class. And I'm loving it. Putting on music and dancing. Celebrating. What is this, simple jubilation, as a huge moth invades my faux Tiffany desk lamp? Are they the ones that eat sweaters, too?
