I have another blog of miscellaneous essays and poetry.
I started this one to specifically share the unanticipated poetry
that comes to me during acupuncture.
Haikus come easy
In the contemplative zone
Under the Needles
Muse
Monday, 9 October 2017
S ce n tacean
Of what do whales smell
Ancient caves beneath the waves,
Salt breezes, krill, fish?
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