balance ii
i’ve counted the books of poems in my house, and the spiders. good ratio.
i’ve counted the books of poems in my house, and the spiders. good ratio.
seeing both sides, the seeker looks beyond, and asks a stupid question
clear spring night: the train– the sound that draws us to ask: where are we going?
spring: my faultless friends have spiders in the corners of their model home.
on the way to church, spring is a roadkill deer, and all of these questions