The straight-stemmed turbines
are tattletales,
telling all about the stealthy
thief sneaking overhead.
With no clouds in the sky,
the wind could slip
out over the treetops,
and no one would know.
But the turbines turn,
slow as Taiji titans,
letting no movement
go untaxed.
Of Love and Other Demons by Gabriel García MárquezBe your authentic self.
And stop touching yourself so much.
But the first advice wouldn’t be understood, and the second would be ignored, so I’m not sure that it would be a productive undertaking.
bloom-laden Cherry
tree attracts no viewers;
the last blossom does.
Augers, drills, and trepans. They’re the most boring things I can think of.
fly in Summer,
buzzes around a cow --
dodging whip-tail.
Water. Far and away. Nothing else comes close by volume consumed.
Unless this is one of those instances where “drink” is code for alcoholic beverage — in which case the answer is pilsner or gin, as the mood strikes.
under thick moss,
two tiny mushrooms cause
sunburst guitar-mind.
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