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Too busy for

That sharp ache,

Somewhere under

This skin’s surface beating,

Far-off,

In some other reality.

Slow my breathing.

 

Too tired to think

About summer’s sunshine,

Laughing,

And wild grass playing

On a mountainside.

Turn my pillow over.

 

In the fragrance of a flower,

In the brilliance of the sun rising,

In the teasing notes of music,

Bits of beauty,

Sound-bites gnawing,

Monsters of attachment,

In the shadows of memory.

 

Without a word,

Or a warning,

The rain is pouring down,

Soaking the ground around me

And somewhere,

Just somewhere,

In my unknowing,

In my unwanting,

It’s okay.

KKLE November 6, 2013

Poetry

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