Sunday, June 28, 2015

miracules

the enclosing lushness of the path
to the Pooh Sticks bridge

Herb Robert is everywhere
reaching, with its tiny pink starlight

offset by the blue walls
with their mossed-up faces
hanging over the beck

where one cannot help but stop (along)
and ask for reassurance

with such miracles
we sleep at riversides


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