SIX POEMS
The Soul’s Five Sadnesses Thank you for your translation of the night it is in my native language. And I carried the bottle of soil from that lost yard over every border.
Letters forgotten like tablets on a wheel. And the colors alternating in waves that arrive on the sands of the soul’s five sadnesses.
And the jar is always full of questions. And the garden grows beckoning
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