FOR TONY
His letter lay on the mat like
Aladdin's lamp.
Dreams:
a flock of birds rubbed
from paper.
For a cover, he chose
a broken,
shaman's bowl,
smoke
of nameless colours rose
from dull clay;
an offering
of words - a kind of incense.
His letter lay on the mat like
Aladdin's lamp.
Dreams:
a flock of birds rubbed
from paper.
For a cover, he chose
a broken,
shaman's bowl,
smoke
of nameless colours rose
from dull clay;
an offering
of words - a kind of incense.