Saturday, January 11, 2020

AFTER DREAMING 


 Let's assume
the sky flies
and the hawk

 stays still.
The wind knows
nothing

 of distance.
The cries of
small creatures

 can barely
be heard and
the grasses

 are gods. Such
is the world
I wake to.

# posted by Tom Montag @ 6:00 PM

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