may we all be heard
words are bells
let them ring!

Thom World Poet Austin, Texas, USA
Global Radical networker and activist for promoting the live Creative Arts,
at every possible opportunity, especially in his home-city, Austin, Texas, USA

Tuesday, March 27, 2012

sitting,reading,watching time disappear

in my sunshine garden where lone bees land
birds gossip in treebranches
elders are leaving their holy skin
i sit in the sunshine and dig the green

she cries /he is aged/breathing slow/low /deep
she cries /her love made relating easy
she prays for his parting and passaging
he does not believe in anything

he will be planted in earth as ashes soon
i sit in my garden and stare at the moon

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