Thursday, 26 May 2022

after breakfast

 after breakfast


to my right

gentle string music by haydn 

on my left

the cat is sleeping on a sigh

out front

a breeze is rearranging the garden

my mind hanging

mid-space in this breakfast room

on the last sip of earl grey


a flower

  a shrub

    a bush

       a small tree

         a big tree

           the wooded 


            distance



the stone pagoda says nothing

just seems content to wait

upon my arrival

the scene gathers around me

and i flip the book around and say look

what do you think of these words


then

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