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
