Sunday, October 2, 2011


the morning is cool
the grass is wet
summer has let go, finally.

the sunlight is somehow slanted
its intensity simpler, soft.

I dreamed of small mice hiding. 
Of water rising and covering everything.
Of my mother, and planting trees.

If there are any fairy tales in this,
they are the kind that do not end with an easy moral.
Kaw  Oct 2011