Random September Thoughts

In response
to Tikarma’s poem ‘Fragility’ –

I love a poem which takes me to the beach,
sits me down on the sand,
and makes me take the time to look,
really look,
at the small things, the useless things,
of beauty,
which had always been there,
right in front of my face,
had I bothered
to remove my head
from up my arse.

*
You look out your window
at a single tree she said
and see a forest.

I had never considered it
like that before
but now, when I look out,
the thoughts conjoin
and make me smile.

*
Each night before I go to sleep
I lay my arm
across the pillow,
fingers spread
so that

should you decide
to come visit, in my dreams,
you will find it easy
to hold my hand.

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