Monday, July 9, 2012

Might Not Meditate


Five chimes to tame the wind


sing the wind's own rhythm.


Four sparrows flute fine trills,


floating notes up over the hill.


Three crows' jarring caws


chop and stop the harmony.


To shatter the last of lost serenity,


rattling traffic clatters along

one ~ bumpy ~ road.

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