How perfect to be powerless
Light as a feather in the wind
Without even the muscles of the bird
Who has decisions to make about direction
And which bug sounds tastiest
How perfect to be a cloud
Floating, reflecting light
Without knowing when to rain
Somewhere beyond wisdom and understanding
The word without definition
The word set free!
Welcome!
The poems in this beautifully bound book are a result of over twenty years of observations. Observations of the world around us and on the telecommunications network. All of the hate, love, heroism, disasters, and those who help.
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