365 Days of Poetry 09/15/2010 Under the Banyan Tree 11

[David Hauser]

But there it is a mere point unforeseen unfathomable at best this bed we sleep
Dreams are possible not improbable at my own challis worn out yet well acquired
I know because I have lived with great folly, observed preying, danced recklessly
Recognizing were perfection surely comes from and memorizing in lucid great detail

david