After fifty years of tracking clouds
I’ve become cold rain upon my life.
How odd to see the mist so clearly.
~ Jim Harrison & Ted Kooser, Braided Creek: A Conversation in Poetry
Image: zero-void
I can't sleep…
After fifty years of tracking clouds
I’ve become cold rain upon my life.
How odd to see the mist so clearly.
~ Jim Harrison & Ted Kooser, Braided Creek: A Conversation in Poetry
Image: zero-void
Smiling – sometimes I feel like to know the thought behind the words.
Yes. Especially here. Would like to see with him with a cup of coffee or tea and listen to the back story.
Oh wow! You imagined it well. I am with you.