Excursion
The bridge that opens is
the only way to take.
And where the river meets
the sea begins the dream
the earth remembers when
it sleeps. Horizons far
away seem closer than
the course. But if you start
to drift, it finds your source.
~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
no longer is —The rainbow. When we look at English poetry, it is common to
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