We do not stop playing because we grow old, we grow old because we stop playing.

~Oliver Wendell Holmes~

Saturday, December 9

Last Night's Dream

An enormous tree descended
Rooted, as it was, in the heavens
Dark, slender branches twisted
Bearing frozen blossoms of Moondust
I lay mesmerized on a bed of sand
Toes digging with half-hearted effort
To shake off this enchantment

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