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another bird dream probing the tenderness under a wing
Frogpond 36.1
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I was outside this morning, Easter morning, and the birds had all come back to life. The world was light and lively again instead of muffled and deaf in the way of winter. It felt the way it does when you wake up from a dream and the world that seemed so real and important when you were asleep is revealed as a flimsy stage-set world, created by your mind as a venue for its latest improbable fantasy. And now good morrow to our waking souls.
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a lovely one line ‘ku. 🙂
Thanks, Sara. 🙂
awake
these fallen twigs
spell nothing
nothing to stop me evergreen
This captures that dream feeling.
Thanks much, Bill.
love this entry, dear Melissa, & it gives me heart, with all the study still ahead of me before I return to the UK for week2 of training, the last day to feature an exam [not essay-style, but list style][all the stuff that should be an option for us, at our fingertips 1962 little stevie wonder & a harmonica, like that]
Wow! You lead an amazing life, Susan. 🙂 Hope you have a fantastic trip and learn much both before and during.