Where

by BOB GALLO   May 1, 2020


Where everything is versified to be uttered
and sublime is not external and pretended
Where words run to the quiet pond of a silent swan’s lake,
universe happens in a second
and ocean in the
rain drops
on a leaves' neb
unrolling to be awake.

all the winter in a flake
of icing
on a tea cake.

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  • 4 years ago

    by Meena Krish

    Interesting and reading it was like connecting dots from one image to the other...nice!