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Wednesday, September 03, 2014

Whisperer of Breeze






Is it Spring or Fall?
Perhaps it's that middle state
Of green flourishing.


 


 That plant on the porch,
No longer indoor flora;
Jack in the bean stalk?







Web on the Buddha;
He's deep in meditation;
(So is the spider.)







Four full flower pots
Stand like solders on the wall--
Ready! Attention!








This tree shadowed road;
This dappled play of sunshine;
This breeze whisperer.





Silence of the road
Broken by hollow ringing
Of distant wood chimes.







The tall slender plant
Stands in a circle of sun:
Spotlight from the sky.







Useless all summer;
Now it has meaning again:
"School Bus Turn Ahead."






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