Tuesday, October 18

Who said it was spring


I'd like to start
from the beginning,
end at the end
like Alice in Wonderland

without rushing
all the time, though.
A frameless picture:

a fisherman
who has to patiently wait,
maybe return home
with no catch.

That's how we all
feel sometimes.
I do anyway.
Naked under the rain,

soaked with enlightened
spits from hell
when it should
be heaven.

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