Monday, December 20, 2010


Crashing against concrete, a tanker's oily wake smells of dead fish and gasoline. HeartBreak. She is Turning away. The arc of a stone tossed; A splash in the peaceful waters. Ripples ripples Whisper nothing Along the morning beach Two dolphins glide by silently SmallWaves Bright star Touch the moons horns Fall with me this Evening RedClouds deepen into velvet twilight Warm sun Through the bamboo, Azalea choked by weeds; My blunt tool grubs out the choke trees. HardWork. Rejoice! blue jays have come to eat the ripe berries: the purple burden of this bush. PraiseThem! flowers someone planted don't belong in this place Pull them out and let the weeds grow NoSweat

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