windrag : poetry : journal

each raindrop requires
one mote of dust. do your part.
exhale completely

the moment you learn
that an old friend is the friend
of an older friend

old redwood holds out
its shining toenail clipping
for the world to see

a thing well known
has a life of its own
a thing well said
is already dead

mind goes from this to that, from past to future.
words and images come and go,
in waves. the fog that settles in the bay
sustains the mighty redwood.