walking about myneighborhood listeningas Debussy fillsthe day with nocturnes scurrying squirrelsleap toward safetyfrom the old thinkerplodding on along is there more bird song?do feathered cousinswhistling
Turning over: awake
Bloody birth wriggling from the womb. Cries of life after the first difficult breath. How to grasp this new thread Tightening itself within the tapestry?
Babies loudly screaming—so much substance!Youth intensely playing —missing no substanceAdults quietly plotting—obsessed with substance.Elders silently waiting—all substance gone.Grateful emptiness—how much longer? 04 September 2019Willow Springs
My visit to Abilene this last week has been quiet and refreshing after teaching two courses during the second part of Summer school. Humble thanks
…Still There she sits in memory Drifting on the edge of tomorrow Laughter fills the daydream light Tears baptize her pillows Time is stillness, time
Reaching out to the limits of the universe Desire stretches–grasp grasping– for a peppermint or whatever Empires rising and falling all of reality just a sweet little distraction
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