Water gathering
most days I wait
through blue and sun
till dusk
or even later
and the rose has faded
to lavender, to gray
some days, the sleet
has started
and the leaves underfoot
are slick with ice
somehow I'm never sorry
and never learn
one night I waited
till the stars were out
dropped the bucket into
sound, only felt the weight
of it filling
and the night full of stars
and the river full of stars
and the bucket full of stars
come morning, the coffee
is also full of stars
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Was just about to take you off my bookmark bar to make room, but here you are, back again.
Hannah
google has been making it *very* difficult for me to post from time to time. . . . Sometimes, ALL the time.
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