thirty poems number eighteen

existence is generous
after life, you could be a rock,

you could be a mountain top,

you could be swimming in a creek,

you could be in a pocket,

gathered there by a small young boy,

you would be a happy rock

4 thoughts on “thirty poems number eighteen

    1. Thanks de. Not what was doing here, but looking in pockets/drawers is an interesting way to describe yourself. Wm. Stafford did a poem just like that (my poet master he is).


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