The Dragon Sleeps 18
a bushel
of black hair
collected
from the
bathroom floor
one
by
one
thrown
in the wind
shall bring
you
back
so they say
Rhythms
Pumping hearts
The beat of music
The steadiness of verses
day and night
month by month
years towards the end
Blinking eyelids
The trickling of rain
Walking feet
creativity and depression
attraction and repulsion
us