tannic acid and the metal teapot

where am I now?

the echoes talk to themselves
no silence left
Buddha laughs

vacant face
that’s what she saw
when she came to pick me up –
from across the intersection
sometimes I don’t know how dead I am, , ,I look

into my own face

I like the tone of these last two poems, Peter. New faces come into our lives all the time, changing our perspectives as they do.

Les

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yes, Les, I'm experimenting with letting the voices speak to me that start up in my mind until I learn what they have to say, even if someone else might say, "It's just your imagination/Running away with you."

amo et avanti,

Peter

Without imagination, there would be no space travel, no i-phones, no art.


Les