A slow and perfect spring rain
Stretches out into a second morning,
And my backyard drinks it up
With no one watching but me.
The others in my home sleep late,
And won’t go out back anyway.
Nor me, but I watch from a window,
My meditation is done
And the first light of day grows.
I am quiet, sipping black coffee
And watching the rain.
Oh, let me be a weed in the river, let me be one speck of dust in the desert. A thought that came and went. The dream that could not be rem...
I am a father of a dead son, and I light a candle for him. I am a son of a dead father, and I light a candle for him. With these two candl...
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