for JML
I woke up with the littlest poem inside my head
littler than anything
hardly matter
a microscopic radioactive bead
in time
possibly Cancale 25360 FR
my mother was there
she dreamt it up
i almost lost it
it was barely there at all
I woke up with the littlest poem inside my head
littler than anything
hardly matter
a microscopic radioactive bead
in time
possibly Cancale 25360 FR
my mother was there
she dreamt it up
i almost lost it
it was barely there at all
and I dreamed of a parade of black birds with black umbrellas just before I fell asleep. Thank you for reminding me.
ReplyDeletewow,
Deletevery nice. thank you.
i love the image, and the barely there.
ReplyDelete