I see the lazy sway of trees across the way. And I'm lulled into trance by their languid leafy dance. And for the time I've lost there must be some unit cost. Or, perhaps, only gain. There was no angst or pain... only lost moments.
clouds top the green hills and threaten to spill over, but never do
One day I passed a gray monkey, and something made me turn. I caught the primate in the act of issuing a burn. Its eyes were closed; its tongue stuck out. Its head twisted to tease. And when it saw me seeing it, for a sec, it did freeze. As if not a thing had happened, and it was not to blame. Before I could make my rebuke it multiplied my shame. by blowing me a raspberry followed by a big smirk. Then it scrambled away before I went truly berserk.
a flying fox circles in mid-day light: its prey, diurnal fruits
i enter an empty temple.
it’s not silent.
footfalls resonate
&
floorboards creak.
but flickering flames
&
sleepy-eyed Buddhas
are quiet enough
in an hour,
the monks will filter in
with great punctuality:
monks, young and old.
(i would say, “and ages in-between,”
but they all seem young or old.)
there will be chanting,
and the din of finger cymbals
and deep-toned drums.
and i will leave
for the solace
of the world
outside the temple.
the lake is glassy;
half rippled / half frosted,
and yet one lake
giant stag beetle with broken antler and limp still freaks me out
A grouchy nitwit wrote a polemic
about how Yetis had caused the Pandemic.
The Yetis protested,
and kindly requested
the man ponder head-in-ass hygienics.
There once was an indolent Turk who was never around to do work. With his makeshift footstool, he'd snore & he'd drool. They called his stool "the Ottoman" and smirk.
the bungalow’s round
angles & odd proportions
make fairytale look
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