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Wednesday, September 7, 2022

Poem 4

 Sitting with friends at the table

Drinking tea

Talking about things

Where am I?

Who am I?

Standing on the corner, looking for the train

choo choo

smokey wind blowing in my hair to the horizon

what to find at the bottom of the mug?

where it all came from

out in those fields going by

tip of the nose tickled

goofy science giggle goggling 

teeth, lips, cheeks and smugs.

Sea foam baby deliveries

Gooseberry trail trimmings

White flash, white tail

Sunshine, solar flares

Mitsubishi car stares

Cars, cars cars,

boo


Dead and dying

Leaving for tomorrow

Leaving today

Whispering of nothing

Sitting looking at tomorrow

Tomorrow has no sunrise

Except for the one that comes this morning

When I close my eyes

I cannot tell the difference between morning and night

The sun is always blazing and bright

Yet empty and sparkling like the twilight

This charade darkens my heart

Until I see through the soft madness of a water color sunrise

brightening up the world in one magical instant

The morning that is each sorrow in my heart

In this moment uplifted to perfect glory

How can I share this with my kin?

This sunlight permanently etched on my face

That shatters dreams with such purity

That leaves me standing still where I sit 

Colossal beginning I care not to leave

An arc of Zen penetrating into the core of my being

Reminding me who I am

A stroke of a paintbrush in the evening catching the last of the light




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