something hidden

A strange circle of
momentum swells in
this fruitful
gray breath.
Overnight, a cathedral
gathers.
Something hidden
reaches me:
an arrow,
praising string.

--lks 2011
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This found poem was pulled forth from Rilke's Duino Elegies, the A. Poulin translation.

this slow stream

Surrounded by change,
listen for a flower
of fire
remember to trust
the secret color
this slow stream
thinks

--lks 2011

This is from the haiku magnets.