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


she’s tall thin pale like
the plants she uses to check
poisons in the air

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