.
strewn about my
apartment in the trees
words, in waiting.
in my yellow room
they keep me warm.
intimately removed,
awaiting inspiration i
watch squirrels and
dragonflies mate,
i listen to birdsong
and motorbikes
at dusk
i am safe here
in my home in my life (?)
draped in scraps
of paper
scribbled with the
blood of my heart.
add imagination
,courage, hope.
swallow, spew. sigh.
(from maydaypoems/2008).
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