Today’s Quadrille (a poem of exactly forty-four words) prompt at dVerse Poets Pub is “pine.” Ever Since I Was Little, I Can’t Help But Call Them Pine I complain about the pine needles insideand raking up the pine conesThey’re not pine, says he, correcting me, firmly, as I stare up at the giant evergreensWe don’tContinue reading “Not a Pine”