Poetry, notes, and drawings by William Michaelian
Why she winks up to you? Could be a nice story-thread... I love your new book THIS PAINTING...!
Thanks, Rudhi — that’s wonderful to hear!
Reading this I'm left wondering what is it in your mind that leaves you with the thought to ask her? She must be there in your mind to begin with, I think. It's as if the leaf gives you the nod. And now I'm curious to know your question.
As am I. This poem, written such a short time ago during the pre-dawn hours, now feels like a dream.The question was never quite formulated, her face indistinct. The leaf was maple, I think.
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