A Poem from Janet Cannon's  Poetry Room at IsleWrite.com

the future
            for Gertrude Stein

inside the through
of where you are
and under the width
of how you feel

about now waits for
between the view of
which year a beginning

ends and depends on
the moon's mood in
the morning of your

heartbeat on the first
day of when the wind
and you see the why

Poem by  Janet Cannon