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Thursday, June 9, 2011

Not yet there...

Little stones, little poems I've written after my run/walk at the park trails this evening. Did about 5.5 miles.

on the wind a faint taste of mint grass

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dodging the rumble of footsteps on the trail... tree roach

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^^sun setting...
my heart carries the heaviness
of your last text

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^^what more to say?
on both sides
of the fence
scribbling on birch trees
an oscillating sprinkler

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sudden break
in my pace...
the fall
of a golden leaf
a footstep behind me

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my bones,
my breath
bursting
with cicada song


(^^ = Written for The Art of Paying Attention E-course.)

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