Truly excellent poem! Pure Zen!


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)

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