(Poem #427 on new numbering scheme)
Sometimes with dreams, they approach unexpectedly, whiz by like fast cars
passing on roads, then are gone through the night, and unseeable: blurred ghosts.
(Poem #427 on new numbering scheme)
Sometimes with dreams, they approach unexpectedly, whiz by like fast cars
passing on roads, then are gone through the night, and unseeable: blurred ghosts.