Sometimes I paint untranslatable words

Gurfa  (Arabic) the amount of water that can be held in one hand.


Thoughts while driving


I want a river, a bank

of trees, the kind that bend, entreat,

beseech. Make the sky a bed of gray.

& up ahead,

granite rocks, slick with rain.

I want to catch it, in my hands,

& the song it sings;

to the waves, to the fish,

to the driftwood, & all it leaves.

Hold it

in my cupped hands,

let you drink

your fill.


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