
I got a very nice surprise in the mail the other day -- this ring that my little brother made for me! I knew he could draw, but I didn't know he could do this!
What I spill in a dreamFrom Book of My Nights, by Li-Young Lee
runs under my door,
ahead of my arrival
and the year's wide round,
to meet me in the color of hills
at dawn, or else collected
in a flower's name
I trace with my finger
in a book. Proving
only this: Listening is the ground
below my sleep,
where decision is born, and
whoever's heard the title
autumn knows him by
is heir to all those
unfurnished rooms inside the roses.