Tim Torkildson's Clown Alley

The Poet Laureate of the New York Times Newsroom

Thursday, June 27, 2019

A quail feeding on my patio;

the cast off leavings of house finches above.

Does it care where its sustenance

comes from?

Winner winner, chicken dinner.

Tim Torkildson: I am convinced that if God meant man to laugh, he would have made more Democrats.

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