April 2,
2017
Today I will
design a purple doll for you,
a paper doll
that can carry a poet’s dreams.
I’ll follow
the river of time.
It flows from dawn’s
indecision
to a steady sunrise
shaping the
edges of this rough garden.
Here, high
on a Northern plateau,
no one knows
what will bloom or
what will be
killed on a frosty morning.
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