Here is the third poem that Dreich just published!
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I
Lists are my saving graces.
They are clouds resting on the sea
in early evening.
They are walks on the beach that bless my life.
Setting suns see my lists
as taking off blinkers
II
for tasks that interest me.
My mouth moistens with the training.
No more dryness of throat.
But, will I need a list to breathe one day?
Will I need one to eat?
Saving, stinging scribbles.