Barbara James Poems

The ox and the field are one
Seemless grazing
a gentle breeze
Hot yellow sun scorching
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The sun is hot today
I thought yesterday
there'd be
no more tears.
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Not by chance
I happened upon the cow
alone again in the empty field.
Walking at dusk on the road
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Those are dry grasses
underneath the green pines.
a Grey baby quail peeking out.
Stamping feet.
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Better to sit beneath a tree
than to stay in idle chatter.

shadows of branches,
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For want of something better,
I call you chunky.
A chunk here, a chunk there
Hung carelessly on 4 spindly legs.
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In all these billions
of eons,
In all these myriad
of worlds,
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Fortunately,
there is no
joy nor sorrow
Only emptiness
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It all boils down to this

In this whole wide Universe.
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reality. the material world
always sneaking in.
Losing it all, wondering!
why can't everyday be holy?
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