the !n(tro)verted yogi

Bernie Gourley. Traveling Poet-Philosopher

a leaf falls,
and I feel the "Whee!" --
briefly

dog guards church
by being a trip-hazard...
and doing it well

as the sun sets,
a ship moves out to sea
what's ocean dark?

pink trumpet flowers 
densely clustered above;
under foot next week

nesting birds
unmoved by their reflected 
doppelgängers

the city below
is subdued by fog,
the hill beams color

the dragonfly
is still, and I wonder
whether it's dead,
and further wonder whether
anyone has thought that of me

a park at night.
the shadows are darker
because of the light

the moth is still. 
is it alive or dead?
how patient am i?

one dandelion
stands alone at field's edge;
where are its friends?

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