Poem #25

It begins with a sprinkle of letters

high in the hills

words roll downstream

into freshets of phrase

roiling brooks of metaphor

joining the great river of inspiration

and flooding at last

into my mailbox

Written in response to ‘Fourth Day of No Postcards’

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