Many nights there were no new dreams,
so I borrowed from the old

Resurrecting the scaffolding
of what lay unbuilt—untold

(Dreamsleep: November, 2020)

As the bird sings
My poetry flows
Every day
I sing and go
So
While on yer busy flight
Buzzin the flowers
For the Queen
Or yer honey delight

Stop and give a listen
‘Cause like the bird
It’s an audience
We’re-all-a-missing

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