3 Comments


  1. The young black bear was walking
    walking down the road his back was turned
    receding in the forest of my memories and dreams.

    He’s gone to meet the rabbits
    I saw last night, I was thinking
    and remembered how my glance had been
    distracted by the lily’s orange gleam.


    1. slight edit to the second stanza:

      He’s gone to meet the rabbits
      I saw yesterday, I thought, and I
      remembered how my glance had been
      distracted by the lily’s orange gleam.


Comments are closed.