what I heard

waiting for
the water in the ocean
amniotic day
what color is the ocean?
is not what she could say

it is in the light of evening
waiting for the day
the wind is in the oak corral
the rain is in the east
they have left without a t race

it doesn’t have to be anything
it doesn’t have to be
anything
it doesn
‘t
have to be
anything

we can’t
tell you

how many do I not like?

Perhaps you could explain the question at the end, Peter.


Les

the question at the end, Les, is in response to the question: how many of your poems do you like? -- to which the answer some days is --not many today. Kind of harsh. Some days I don't feel very generous toward my work.

took me a while to find the answer to your question, Les.

amo et avanti,

Peter