these louvered doors
how unsafely they emit pleasing
and otherwise tall beams
nobody argues
nobody says why can't these plants live on
nothing but because we empathize . . .
the sure dew lifts and now
we have blooms also
small feathers left here
demonstrate the mood and summer
whose mood fits
my own dream resonates with
who is in the dream
who stays after
who stays overtime
and what is left to come
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2 comments:
Thanks Sheila,
I appreciate it :)
Simon
thanks for these words Sheila
I used the last paragraph+1 to give meaning to an image, posted here
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