Friday, January 20, 2017


No doubt about it, sky is the communal canvas.  And yesterday's rainbow, today's communal promise.  Let us be creative.  Bend when necessary; don't snap.  And always spiral up for the next meal, the next poem.

1 comment:

  1. hope and its attendants twirl
    inside her head, thankful for that
    what ballet outside the door
    could couple with faraway amulets?
    I'm in the basement fiddling with the furnace
    when I remember so much rain it hurt