Sunday, November 10, 2013

Mudita 5/23/09

4:56 on a drying wet sunday morning,
on another day,
it could have poured.

Bread omlettes came after inbetween sleep.
The trees frame my road,
overarching.

'Did you do it's' rent the air,
The call of a smart bird.

Mellow mud,red and grainy.
random lightning throws.

A hum behind my ear.

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