New old poem

There are no stars in window.
Sky knows why they are gone.
A poet is certainly left behind.

The poet remembers a dream.
The earth shook a dream flat.
A whole temple sank behind.

That was a new old poet’s fox
Cunning ever in  head’s hole.
Fox burrowed ,a poem made.

(Taking off on Ted Hughes’ poem “The Thought Fox” about poetic inspiration)

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