Don't tell Summer,
but I actually don't mind all these waving trees.
They sound a lot like sleep
who is my friend,
and when the river floods out flat
I can lie on that,
and my bed will show the reflection
of my dreams till Spring.
September 29 2017
This blog is a repository for poems and other things I'd like people to see. If you find something you like, I encourage you to send others here. I'm very interested in receiving comments. All content is Copyright (C) 2008-2023 Michael Kei Stewart.
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