nothing beats
rain in the morning
before the sun
and bird worms
here the bed a
paradise of
non-escape
a warm refuge
in diaphanous
gossamer
at one with
lingering half dreams
and the hissing
against the leaves
outside
the moon that
tormented me
last week is gone
now and the sky
through my window
drips dark as i
make my way
out of night to
fight off the day
bhagiti 9.8.07 perrysburg, oh