Look,
the rain
has stopped.
I'll go out
and wash
my hands
In the lavender bush.
--Beverley Isaksen
I dance past the screen
Then bow and twirl past the mouse
Windows reflect joy
--Karen Anne Glick
The world is a poem. Sentient beings write the world-poem every day, thus creating the world; breathing, dreaming, waking, walking, kissing, arguing, racing, crawling, on our knees, suspended in mid jump over a gutter, sleeping under a tree, toiling at work, digging deeper. Join me.
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