Heart
and mind
undertake
to comprehend
the patterns on maps,
the skyward reach of trees,
the traces left by raindrops,
the secret yearnings of lost ghosts,
but the wind's voice speaks only wishes.
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One of your best nonets, I think! I love the emotional turnabout in the last line.
Posted by: Bob Gehrenbeck | 2018.09.12 at 17:00