Late night imparts great
wisdom to ideas which seem
silly in daylight.
Can’t sleep 9 – deep thoughts
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Late night imparts great
wisdom to ideas which seem
silly in daylight.
Brought in the ficus
tree. Fallen leaves fly about.
Wind whispers, “snowfall.”
I’m not here. I’m lost
in Varanasi. A world
Luke Storm opened wide.
Site Meter tells me
my words are read in countries
I’ll never visit.
If everybody
blogged, we could not go to war
knowing each other.
Random strangers in-
tersect with few words, then sep-
arate like pulled threads.
props to kevin for this one
Many haikus wait
to be culled from your poems
Thin slivers of you.
Hate mail came today.
I ponder who’d wish me ill
via envelope.
Lunch with L. Trying
to find his path, he asks me
for my sage advice.
I’m sleeping on the
couch again. I write ’til late,
then collapse in place.