Reflections, Early October Rain
In the rain on the street’s surface
each house shimmers its inner life
when my eyes water with memory
the homes break into ten thousand drops
In the rain on the street’s surface
each house shimmers its inner life
when my eyes water with memory
the homes break into ten thousand drops
Touching
I lift my glass to you, Jeff. Masterful.
Lifting mine right back to you, Robert. Thank you. WA State Riesling, which I have heard is big back in the 11th century among poets, too…