Dear readers, last week my computer crashed and I have been without one for a week. All of my email addresses were lost, as well as lots of “stuff.” Maybe the universe is telling me to clean house. In addition, while I have been writing every day in my 40 day Lenten journal, and illustrating it, I have not been attentive to adding poems to this blog. When you read this, please send an email to me so that I can re-generate my address book.
Times, I feel like I have nothing to say, so I look out at the world, and it tells me, “The peach tree is about to bloom. Garlic is up four inches. Birds are bathing in the fountain pool.” And they’ve never been to class. Have no degrees. Perhaps when the walls come down inside of me, I will be that pure.
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Hey dear poet, I think it is possible you are that pure and the walls, they are a tumbling down. A tumbling down.