Poems and poetry as experiential art experiments, created by a dedicated core, sparking consciousness river, word slurry. A harvest of poems and creative thought from a creative collective cadre.
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
inside my montain (cont. 9)
inside my mountain (cont. 9)
wet, boots on my path, found first blossoms on ground
this concludes "inside my mountain" poems (10 total); to be published in one of Kate's origami books. *J*
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