Sunday, April 28, 2024

 

MOUSE-EARS

  

Spangled galaxy

Blooming green darkness’

Infinite space.

 

My back lawn

Belongs to all

Sentient beings.

 

Rhizomes—

Inherent tendencies,

Dependently arising.

 

Exfoliations of sunlight!

Neglected the mowing

One more day.

 

Sat on the porch,

Dazzled gold:

Irrepressible Weed.

 

 

 


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