Monday, July 20, 2015

A Hundred Gourds, Issue 4:1, December 2014

a blue fan
unfolding in the distance
so many hills
we meant to climb before
they became mountains


small birds
lifting the rim of night
with music
in silent meditation we listen
to the singing bowl of morning


a gypsy wind
strumming halyards
in the marina
we dance by the light
of a tambourine moon





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