A Form Of Viewing Poem by John O'Malley

A Form Of Viewing



Garden through temple window:
I have seen
where you sleep
and listened
from evening until dawn

to a windbell unseen,

turn all your body

to a summer flower.

Monday, June 16, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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