Here & There
MY MEMORY IS A FOSSIL
BEING DUG IN MY MIND
QUICK OR SLOW
I SIT - SEEING IT GROW
STIMULATED BY ENGLISH BREAKFAST TEA
SPRING BIRDS SINGING IN A TREE -
DO I NOT SEE A SMALL POEM BREWING?
WHY YES I DO!
DEEP IN MY BURIED HEART
WITHOUT A MEMORY TO SHOW
THIS MOMENT AS SUBLIME