Walking around my study with a ruby red cast of mind…

I write in the mornings when the seeds of flowers are just ideas
The abiding chancel of our Sundays is an idea
My dog sits beside the desk liking middle distance
I jot a few phrases—up river, low sun
Think of Allen Ginsberg who once touched my shoulder

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