I have more sides than the moon
more currents than a river.
Haven’t you noticed
as I walk toward you,
a hundred limb image
constantly flexing and refolding?
The Poems
From the Christmas, 1997, issue
(No. 1)
I have more sides than the moon
more currents than a river.
Haven’t you noticed
as I walk toward you,
a hundred limb image
constantly flexing and refolding?