By Jennifer Brookins


this odd poetry of my soul

more madness of heart than verse.

perhaps my thoughts of you should be reigned in

meet me in the boathouse for tea, lemony with ginger

afterwards I will lay my head on the soft down of your belly

dragonfly flutters on winters lake

buddha bird sits high in trees watching the moon shed tears

om shanti om

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