Verso
Past Blake and innocence,
I dream an aspen quaking
in experience,
its argent parchments forgetting
they are silver leaves,
believing to be gray
decreed and regulation-
sized—until a sounder
wind can turn the pages.
~Son Rivers 2006
AGING PERHAPS, BUT NEVER OLD
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I do not advocate making this kind of hokku a habit, because it tends to
perpetuate the notion of the verse form as a kind of flippant game.
Nonetheless, t...
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