My book of poems



My book of poems


sleeping
in the meekness
of the pond…
the child’s eye
knows nothing of refraction

aphorisms
scar the skin
of water,
the fragile trace
of truth

a foggy journal
sealed with lead…
days of waiting

waiting for dreams…
the smoke of failure
and the abandonment
of petals,
all forgiven

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