AT THE KITCHEN WINDOW, NOW . . .
by Nancy Dyer
At the kitchen window
eating breakfast, now.
Sliver
of the river off in the distance. . . .
Butterfly
flutters past
on
the background of eternity.
~
Factory worker turned sales person, graduate degree in Japanese politics. Got into Woodstock at sunrise after walking through the woods to hear electrifying guitar of Richie Havens. Student of qi gong. Writes poems on Post-it's to pass the time.
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