Poetry
Last Night As I Was Sleeping
Last night as I was sleeping, I dreamt—marvelous error!— that a spring was breaking out…
Poetry, with its impossible-seeming combination of soft lens and precision, brings to our awareness that which might otherwise go unnoticed and unappreciated. May these poems open our hearts to the nuance and opportunity of each moment.
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