It’s always summer in my forest.
Trees stretch their arms awake
breath warm and loamy like earth.
Ideas hang like languorous monkeys
suspended lazily by a single limb--
Arm, leg--even tail--so alike
I can’t be bothered telling the difference.
Maddened by the chatter of falling water
I look at you and you and you
and I and I and I close my eyes
preparing to listen for a smile.
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The podiatrist took a ton of x-rays today and thinks that my toe is healing great; YAY! It looks wonky, messy, and swollen--but I guess it...
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This was really beautiful. The imagery in the second stanza is what I enjoyed the most. How can you get anything done by being so relaxed?
Ganesh,thanks so much--your comment juxtaposed with your picture feels like blessing more than anything else :)
Also, i guess you've stumbled on my dirty little secret--sometimes things just don't get done. 'Cos it really is more fun to watch monkeys squabble.
Please do leave editorial suggestions if they occur to you--all my work is perpetually in progress.
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