a favored lunar room Tibet
with moths & flags instinctive
festival fruit a praying mantis lives
on our porch it’s gotta be that
raccoon slipping through the arts
& crafts paper all sentient beings
mad with pitched battles & tones
imagine being able to sleep
again what’s in that darkness
& light upon the day it’s every
leaf & wheel it growls & inside
us sisters proceed in the drunken
valley our hands in greater
reeds humming
Leslie Bumstead
2 comments:
wow, you two just get better and better with your writing............where's mom's copy of that dual author book, por favor??
Jean, are you sure you didn't write that? It sounds like you! Who am I?
I miss you!!!!!!
Thanks for a fabulous visit. xoxoxox
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