He's standing on blue sidewalks now
forever crying Stella to
celestial desires, forever
playing games of peek-a-boo
with gods more illusory than film,
forever in a role to thrill'em...
WET MORNING
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A cooling summer hokku from a reader in Japan: In morning rain,They have
nothing to say —The crows. David
5 days ago

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