Wednesday, April 1, 2009

The Day Satori Came Like Jesus Christ


The pavement walked upon was banal
just the same: begrimed by staid rain,
snubbed by words scurrying past.

The lights peeking in isosceles
out of high-rises and occasional
all-steel, all-glass and refracted

carrara

silhouetted flowers and soaked
rocks in moss
and leafy

foliage.

The morning loosened
and was left

behind.

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