"first snow falling on the half-finished bridge" -Bashō (tr. by Robert Haas)
What's This All About?
In the Public
Sunday Morning, After My New York Recital
Drenched—yet again— in failure
I rise from the ashes in holy strength
White, and red with determination
to untangle the beauty inside me.
I arise to be a Me I don’t yet hear or see.
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