Huge early morning moon
Through the bathroom window
Pushing its way in.
The future staring there
Through the tall pines
By chance, upon awakening.
Huge early morning moon
Through the bathroom window
Pushing its way in.
The future staring there
Through the tall pines
By chance, upon awakening.
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I enjoy your poetry, Ed, and hope you allow me to add a little poem of my own. Though written many years before I found your website, it seems to partake in the spirit of your thinking and writing.
The Assholes
No one knows when the assholes came.
No one knows how they took control.
But out there now it’s an asshole’s game;
They’ve got the money, power, and fame.
They can eat me just the same.
Ed, very nice conveys a lot with a little. Some years ago i wrote this haiku:
in my bathroom
window
everyone’s August moon