Posts by peterblochhansen


By on May 26, 2019 in Poetry | Comments Off

I went out on my porch around nine at night and listened to the trees reciting rain. It had been falling all that afternoon. At some point that I missed, that something-like-that-Zen way of feeling the World overcame me (whatever me is) and the World went its way Without me — Only that sound, Trees, And someone I remember that might have been me Reciting...

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