in that lumberyard

February 4, 2018

in that lumberyard
of dreams, we still graze each other
imperfectly, knots

and all, finding familiar
patterns in the grain, such weakness
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Written by yi-ching lin Posted in art, life, personal, poetry, reflections, thoughts, writing Tagged with awake, creature, dream, dreaming, dreams, familiar, grain, grains, graze, imperfect, imperfectly, knot, knots, lumber, lumberyard, patterns, poetry, relationships, rub, tanka, waka, waking, weakness, wood grains