Updated April 23, 2014
One day - I think it was when I rode the bus to downtown Brooklyn to follow up on a jury-duty notice I forgot to respond to - I looked up and saw a wonderful Elizabeth Bishop poem floating above my head in the grimy panel. I liked it so much that I added it to one of the chapters in my memoir. But I've been slow to read more of Bishop since then, though I bought at least one volume of her work. That means many treasures more to discover.