Monday, May 1, 2017

GIFT ~











Gift






every

morning



the same

river



through

the woods



through

my tiny



bedroom

window











Taking A Book Off The Shelf






The mystery or the irony

or whatever you wish to call it

may be this —



the writer you read

whom you consider great

may be a true son of a bitch



in real life, this life we live in,

he or she may have solid wisdom

in the pages, though is impossible



to live with, or to live, period —

but what must not be forgotten:

this great work that has for whatever



reasons made you feel great

is enduring

and you may be, too







Waiting In The Car






That finger tap at the window


any of us can do —



I just heard the rain do





—————————————

Bob Arnold
BEAUTIFUL   DAYS
Longhouse








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