12/08/2020

Black Clouds Sweeping Down


Book of poems

I am reading

spread wide open

on my lap.


Patient spider,

Kuro Kumo,

my black kitten

reading back.


[LSS, 12/8/20]


Prelude to a Dream

Cue the rain to stop.

We need a more subtle indicator 

of the level of concern 

we should be taking here, 

something more like the tremor 

of an earthquake felt decades ago

while hearing the story told 

of an earthquake felt decades ago 

by someone who died decades ago 

in an earthquake he felt decades 

before he was born.


[LSS, 12/8/20]

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