Quite a handsome herd of clouds
Sailing east over our umbrella--
Overtaken in an urge to
Stretch, vaporize and join
Them --made us forget
Our coffees and her hat, but
I am carefuller than that.
A description of what started this particular blog can be found in its first entry --Feb. 9, 2009. It's about healing.
Monday, May 27, 2013
Wednesday, May 15, 2013
One Sees
An old brass padlock lay
Upon a tabletop and
Could be closure to
Something inside itself,
But no key, or need.
One sees, and draws
Where drawing leads.
Tuesday, May 7, 2013
Where The Hammers Are
Her hammers, packed
In a potting shed, shimmed
In clothespin wedge and
Brick -- sledge, thick mallet,
A carpenter claw, all
Organized-- nothing stupid
About her box of hammers,
Or her.
On the other hand, mine
Are scattered all over,
Under ruins, sunken
Dikes, shattered steeples.
It's almost like we are
Two different people.
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