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In the big scheme of things it’s a little thing
And aren’t we all
Sadness of the wind
What is it ever,
dispersing as it goes?
This, too
Amid the longing, the memory, the dread:
wet furrows, a horse, mist
Opaque
“Write what you know,”
my teacher said they say.
But what did I?
I didn’t know what I knew.
Rain soaks the trees
The trees don’t mind
What does beauty do
Inside you?
The man on the wall in my room under a tree reading a book
The wood is the sacred wood.
The tree is the cross.
He’s been there
and may be there
for quite some time.
On a day like this
You shower
shave
pack your lunch
and go to work
Trying
Just like that cloud
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