Saturday, March 15, 2014

perhaps you have
understood
a thorn.

roam around a
planet
named cactus

be hurt. A fish bone
is caught
in your throat.

There is no cat in
the house.

be calm.There is
a patch of
bermuda grass
lighted by the morning
sun

a dog rests there
sun bathing

be attentive. Just
be one

do not talk
it makes you more
crumpled

be kind. Yourself
needs
this virtue.

put your hands on
the grass
lay your body beside
a white dog
let the sun do all the
blessing.

Now, tell me
write a letter for me
compose it
at night
when the world is
already
lulled into sleep.

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