To wake up

To wake up and discover

an old new world where Samsara and Nirvana

work intermixed


changing / season

just a bit more snow

this winter Shakespeare’s reader

she does weep too much

a new rite

pigeons no more lions

drink Christ’s healing-rite-shed blood

by Penn’s woods’ faithful

plants

she’s tall thin pale like

the plants she uses to check

poisons in the air


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