Saturday, April 3, 2010

early spring, early morning

a tossing warm night
a strange but familiar feeling in the throat
as pollen explores the spring
the cat is wild
under the influence of
open windows

wake and sleep
sleep and wake

7:30 am
it's very cold in the living room
the reddish sun coming up over the city
i come awake
reading the last words of the buddha:

All conditioned things are subject to decay. Strive with diligence.

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