Tuesday, April 4, 2017

The dream wishes entry

into the maples.
We've been here
before.  A plate
-- simple as can be --
wishes to welcome
a meal.  Paper --
full of emptiness --
woos words.
And the dream
dreams of
that portal
of maples.

1 comment:

  1. I can see the oak trees on the hills now. They are still trying to fathom water's return. There are so many ways to engage with the gifts we are given!