7-16-19

Sevensixteennineteen

while you picked wild flowers
for mom’s bouquet, i sat
and watched the clouds shape

the Great Mountain. and wondered at
all that it cared for. and wondered at
the ease with which it’s done.
content i sit and care for you
in nearly the same way.

lunchtime for swallows,
dozens of them appear, in a frenzy,
and before you were finished,
they disappeared. as we disappeared

into the folds of the earth
into gentle streams of cloud

Author: Buddhadoshā

Buddhadoshā loves you.

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