[glass]
we can be like handblown glass — look at the bubbles and waves in it or look at the light it lets through
Category: Poetry, Literature, and Writing
issa, and duckweed
ukikusa no hana kara noran ano kumo e on the blooming duckweed let us ride… to that cloud! — Issa
[frost]
and the frost on the car melts in the sun like night
Wilderness Vision: Train-Time
Wilderness Vision: Train-Time I can see them in my dreams, all the time, in my dreams, the train tracks — witless scarecrow roads that wait. Time, time is always late until it goes. I don’t wish on stars anymore, I wish on trains. Listen on any day for the sound of them — they are … Continue reading Wilderness Vision: Train-Time
white pebble 