Friday, July 19, 2019

This is how a flower feels


when you rabbit-ear the page of book.    Flowers & books have so much in common.  Light, of course.  Appreciation, too.  And rain stirring thought.  Next, we should consider, stems.  How they resemble, pens.
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  1. Susan E. GangelJuly 23, 2019 at 2:02 PM


    Side Door

    you and your poems
    are somewhere else
    over near the balcony
    and the cheeses--
    We ride home
    through the wanton mist
    suspension is a bridge
    all lit up

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