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From my "Old Meditator" series.
Reflecting from the Now on the Then...
A Taoist possibly lamenting Buddhism.
The season's new,
the day's light? Old.
My weary eyes,
seeking cheeks,
first blur then blacken
these wisteria 'n lilac views.
Meditating falling to
slumber?
No matter.
Meditating or life
leaking?
No matter.
Nothing more to
see. Out here.
No matter.
My nose let's
Spring keep this
Winter body company.
Copyright © Stephe Watson | Year Posted 2018
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