Pi(e) Dream
The case could be made that dreams are poems.
A note before we begin: this one’s set aside for paid subscribers — something I very rarely do — partly to thank the folks who keep this little enterprise afloat, and partly as a gentle nudge to the rest of you. If you’ve been enjoying these poems and dispatches, $5 a month (or $50 a year) keeps the sunrise walks going and the coffee percolating. Either way, I’m glad you’re here.
