I walk in circles with an apple in my hand. I’m testing the waters of the next life. This is a way of being.
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Who was the composer who heard apples in a basket?
Can’t remember this snowy morning…
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Spending time with a barn cat
Talking to the blind horse
So much of what I do
Is unimportant
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One writes myths
A troll who loves geese
Protects lost animals
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Why do you start with punctuation and then abandon it
Sometimes I itch and sometimes I don’t
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A small poem from one of my notebooks:
Orphan
Morning. The maples soaked with rain—
How a human mind starts up
Cold, still, dark…
I wonder
Who taught me
About life after life?
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Mortal humor—
Old man stands
Under branches
“How sad are you?”
April vaudeville
Resting blind face
Against bark
Planet of the Blind 