Monday, August 8, 2022

This is how a poem sees


 itself as always part of nature.  Nature, as in, its fullest spectrum of gestures & possibilities.  

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1 comment:

  1. Susan E. GangelSeptember 7, 2022 at 8:40 AM

    your new raincoat
    doesn't matter in its
    original form, all folded
    up,
    or does it?

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