bonsai forest—
a pool of water
among the roots
wishing
I were two inches high
Multiverses 1:1, June 2012
Monday, June 25, 2012
Monday, June 18, 2012
[listening all night . . .]
listening all night
to the mockingbird sing
borrowed tunes
I wonder which
voice is mine
Friday, June 8, 2012
[the hornets' nest . . .]
the hornets’ nest
broken open—gray and silver
bands of paper
everything I want to write
between the lines
GUSTS 15, spring/summer 2012
Monday, June 4, 2012
water
the sound of water
from the spring
on the hillside
my mother’s voice
reciting poems
at a deeper spring
in times of drought
I discover
a frog-prince
on emerald moss
a dowsing rod
seeking a source
of water
that will never run dry
I teach myself to read
I sit
with a book in a tree
by the river
flowing past roots
it generates power
at dawn
soft rain begins
the sound
of words
mingled in dreams
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