The arms of my ears reach out...
A new dream...
Definitely.
Way back...
RVN 1967-68
Invocation
None of us (or so few of us) pay attention; The work of God continues in the pollen falling from the bee as it moves from flower to flower
Lament
Every corner I turn,
there stands Hafez, damn his eyes!
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Love
Love is a great bird,
soaring high on wings named
"he" and "she."
But this bird cannot soar as high
as the bird whose wings are called
"not I" and "not thou."
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