I woke too early
later I thought that ok
and made up the bed
imagination
in a tight corner a coin
a Canadian
& a lost fairy
who points due North to a wall
not under the bed
Poetry
I woke too early
later I thought that ok
and made up the bed
imagination
in a tight corner a coin
a Canadian
& a lost fairy
who points due North to a wall
not under the bed
There is a simplicity or, perhaps a matter of factness which makes this beautiful to me. The cadences all fall in place like puzzle pices of sound.>KB
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Dear Sir, everything is on a truck, East of here; but the hardware opens at nine.
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walls, beds, arranging furniture …. i find it simply gets arranged again once the dust settles 🙂
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The dust does not settle in the SW. It has a life of its own.
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