turns, dances off
Poetry is how we know a person
For surely her complexity
As we approach turns and dances off
:- Doug.
Archive for August 17th, 2024
Footprints in the Windsm # 2364–Every bridge
Footprints in the Windsm # 2364
Every bridge
is reflected on waters
and a path toward watersEvery conversation
is reflected on one another
and a path toward each
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Bubbling and laughing downstairs
For all I know it started at the top of the stairs—that bubbling and laughing from my parents—I wanted to talk—it took fifty, sixty, seventy years—who knows?—to shut up and hear out the complexity of each person—and just today there opens to me that they are music and pulse and circling—poetry!
:- Doug.
