Monday, November 27, 2017

Sometimes it's about what you are seeing


when you are not seeing.  Call it memory.  Call it dream.  Call it kindness.  Soon a spoon arrives. Soon you reach for the pen and see the paper.  Soon, simply you walk.
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  1. Susan E. GangelDecember 2, 2017 at 10:48 AM

    To see the masters
    light shadow senses

    the--
    then
    not at all--

    rides re-visited

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