A THOUSAND POEMS 2

well anyway

yesterday felt empty,sad,bereft

like sand left ashore by waves rushing out

to meet deadlines set by the moon

words, poems, a thousand of them

scattered around, like colorless crystal

black hollows at midnight

broke up into rainbows at dawn

and the first rays of the sun

….and then wrote themselves into a thousand

boats made of morning dew and lotus leaves

and slipped away, as the day crossed over

one after the other

until the sea looked full

more of wishes than of water.

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