Glancing away from Website
about how to write poetry
it counsels, “Give yourself up
to reverie.” Yesternight’s
glacier dream of Antarctic
hot coffee vaporizing
when cast into cold sere air
accomplishes dark dead end.
Glancing out foggy window
through fern fronds blowing from porch
onto dead straw winter grass
and slight movement of tree limbs
giving into reverie.
Should I write about these thoughts
or simply experience?
You, Reader, may write the rest.
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