paperbark Mar 20, 2009


  |   | i th|   |ink i|   | so i|   | thou|   |ght i|   | so  |   |
  |but|     | lo|     |ck |     |to |     |loc|     |k w|     |ith|
  |   | wond|   |rous |   |wonde|   |rs, here in the shallow bogs
  |   |     | of|     | time, where the unthoughtsink
  |int|     |o the settling mud
  |in the sh|ade of paperbarks
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  |                and|the|board|s|of|my  |house    |creak    |
  |               .in afternoon coolness anticipation of night|
                  .locks of wind curling against the sheets   |
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                                        |mice scurry like leaves
           flap                         |buffeted, birds chirrup
                                        |hiding among new green
                                        |clothes, millions of
                                        |tiny shirts drying
                     |                  |in the wind
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                     |my mind is the air|
                     |empty. softly rolling.
                     |the air is perfect sound of oneness, ease,
                     |a gust which carries away every speck of dust
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                home smells like trees, little babbling brooks,
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       |    |   a warm class G star blotting out the budding sky,
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       |    |   a hand to shade, a communion of restful shadows
            
       |    |   among these ancient-order slowliving earth-sky
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       |    |   pipes.  yea, we got some religion from the trees
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       |    |   who first worshipped light, who first tilled land,
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            |   who have seen the passing of so many leaves, and
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                           yet remain