Jan 31, 2021

sleeping under a favorite blanket


i think i should go up into the mountains east of here

and bring some giant granite boulders down to the valley

i could build a house made of these cool white rocks

it would be the strongest and heaviest house in the valley

if i built the house tall and surrounded it with pines it might seem 

as though I had brought a mountain down here to the valley

and deer would live at my house and red tail hawks

and bears too  my house would be the marvel of the valley

in  time i would become an old mountain hermit poet

like han shan and his cold mountain only on the floor of my valley

well now wasn’t this a pleasant thought  yes a daydream

of mountain boulders from a poor poet who lives in the valley



cool night air

sleeping under a favorite blanket 

waking once around 3 am to read a couple of poems

--wang ping’s ten thousand waves--

then sleep until the soft sunrise sings me awake 

to go make the coffee

that’s a nice night isn’t it

yes nice indeed


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