Heraclitus

liminal, poetry, sonnets

can one not step
a delicate dancer
into a stream
a dream your dream
flowing like god
early each morning
we step into a shower
hot and sleepy
soap across flesh
a comfort to protect
a transitional dance
a cold difference
from bed to now
the life I live
(March 2013)

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I am a poet and a teacher living in central Texas. I attended The University of Texas at Austin, and Middlebury College's Breadloaf School of English.

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