Two birds rest on the same tree;
their eyes are bright;
they look alike; yet one
...
Spiky, a mass of spikes more threatening than sharp -
what are they fending off, what are they protecting
so fiercely with their green carapace like a thoughtful womb,
dropping their hidden beauties in reflective autumn
...
The soft spring wind
is whispering words of love
to the slender branches
whose leaves flutter
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At dawn each day, as
the monk awoke upon the polished floor, and
rolled his bedding mat, the Way –
the way things are, the way they follow –
...
Tenderly
with its soft leaves
the tree shaded the poet
as he wrote
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Look at this old photograph..
some of these old photos look
more ancient than their, what,
hundred-and-twenty years;
...
Tenderly
under the tree's shade
the poet wrote;
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The sun so hot,
green grass now brown
under a tree
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