Sunday, December 27, 2015


Feathers of the Great Rain Bird spotted recently in Yerba Buena Gardens.
Soon thoughts of lunch and a line or two for a poem.
Some poems are steady.
Some intermittent.

1 comment:

  1. Constellations 12/10 redux

    A dominion fortunate alabaster echoes do say for me
    not the final, not ever the last
    water on the pavement sings our song
    clear as the way things must fall one
    unto another, right as rain