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.
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
Constellations 12/10 redux
ReplyDeleteA 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