In September…
this time of “rain gazing”
(Issa 1822)
and seed scattering,
The Flying Carpet
remembers a dream from 1969:
Girl with cracked earth face
sitting on the ground
surrounded by bowls
and baskets
filled with seeds and pods and shells.
I walked by.
“Do you want to see
my Incredibility Museum?” she asked.
I said, “Yes!”
