Ease Poem by Don Tiedemann
Ease
When you do only what you are doing,
nothing else matters. When all the clouds are right
where they belong (over cornfields) , and dogwood
blossoms fall like confetti (at your feet) ;
when the nest blown out of the tree is empty
and bitter truth has declined to stay the night;
retire with the surf, the hum from the highway,
the music in your head fading to a silence
observed for you alone.
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