April 21, 2016 by Rosemerry
just another full moon rise—
is it any wonder
I can’t stop bowing?
how, I said,
to the river bed
do you make
of yourself a home?
I let the flow shape me,
the river bed said—
Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged allowing, gratitude, love, moon, poem, poetry, river | 2 Comments
Lovely, the moon and all right on the heels of this one.
Here’s the way I accidentally read the first marveling the first time through:-)
just another full moon rise–
I can’t stop bowling?
From: “email@example.com” Reply-To: Date: Friday, April 22, 2016 at 7:30 PM To: Rosemerry Trommer Subject: [A Hundred Falling Veils] Comment: “Two Marvelings”
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