Margie, Truly excellent poem! Pure Zen!
Thanks, Edgar On Oct 4, 2008, at 6:34 AM, roloro1557 wrote:
reality comes in on little cat feet or bolts of lightning it plays across the strings of violins and drives to the bakery for a loaf of bread it trickles down faces in tears and lurks in the dirt on the rug it moves in the wagging tail of a dog or finds a voice in the song of a bird Margie (roloro1557)
