a dim bulb drops

one march dawn
in 1977

a dim bulb dropped from
star-bed into forest
nestin’ cradle

and babe’s not free from
woods even yet,

the grizzlies are on dark
prowl, so growlin’

they do

it’s May, 2020

and in dropped this rhyme
from sky while i gazed
into god’s spacious

for a raft that will
never get wet..

but floats

i never claimed to be
the pinnacle of

image: http://csfifer.com/life-raft-4×5/

image: https://www.pinterest.ca/pin/43487952622002552/

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