MAYBE A POEM WILL COME

~ Photo by R. Murre

Maybe a poem will come

to me today

and I'll paint the words,

shape the page into a boat

like those old Chinese poets did,

launch it

on a floe of blue ice.

Or I could fold it

into a red-crowned crane,

whirl it up into

fading winter winds,

my bright dream of spring...

~ mimi