A Meditation On -
Sitting there waiting.
The days, the leaves falling by.
Eyes babble like brooks.
Black hair is peppered.
Dark clouds spread across the sky.
A newborn cries near.
A candle flickers.
Sitting by an open window.
Dinner grows colder.
Opalescent glass.
Afghan covering her lap.
Eyes straining for light.
It will bend too fast.
Eternal impermanence.
It will bend too slow.
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they are often called haiku.
astral sandwich man.
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