(I am participating in National/Global Poetry Month as I continue to write small poems each morning. – Kevin)
Day Fourteen: Sleep Pen Dream
Coyote phantoms
howling dreams,
last night’s
moonlight cracking
through the seams …
I’m writing poems
again in my sleep,
some deep pen
scribbling lines
trying to keep up
with the madness,
just out of reach
Peace (in the moment of waking),
Kevin