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
THERE AND GONE ….
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Here is an autumn hokku kindly shared by a reader in Japan: In a moment,It
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