Sunday, March 23, 2014

To India-Unnamed (7-20-13)

Once a pebble, now a mountain
She stretches out to sky like a fountain.
Oozing sap of melted something
Can't be named, let alone uttered.
Spreading wide in all her glory
There is no need to live by story.
Little speck of past existence
Smarter still with much more distance.
Hard to see the brazen light
All that's left is to enjoy the sight.

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