blows the unsuspecting wind -
hold your loved ones close
Tenderly the rain
still my desert heart cries out
for amazement
All my senses stilled
entranced by the dragonfly
glancing on a leaf
Facing the west wind
I breathe the salty air of
my imagination
Still, again we sit
the 'mindfulness of birdsong'
scintillates the air
Disparate pilgrims
beneath the 'shivering' tree*
and the bluest sky.
(*populus tremula)
Precipitously
my compass-needle judders
then rebalances
How shall I return
scattering tears like raindrops
from this dreaming land
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