CONNECTING PEOPLE TO IDEAS AND TO EACH OTHER
CONNECTING PEOPLE TO IDEAS AND TO EACH OTHER
Poetry

Little Ode on St. Anne’s Day

by Jim Carroll

You’re growing up
and rain sort of remains
on the branches of a tree
that will someday rule the earth.

and that’s good
that there’s rain
it clears the month
of your sorry rainbow expressions

and clears the streets
of the silent armies . . .

so we can dance

from Fear of Dreaming