Awake
But once awake, your dream
becomes some beach ball maybe
something frisbee free,
a dream that knows it’s dreaming
circle alphabets
the coloring of roses,
heart of hearts, the word
aware it’s poetry
alive before revision.
~Son Rivers 2006
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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