Thursday, May 12, 2016

Toward a natural order

Shrouded moon
Drunken man
Hooting owl
Warm, silent night

The mail brought a package
Place the mourning angel
On the sun warmed flat stone
See how it resembles the girl you loved, weeping.

Remember the wise and pretty voice
on the radio talking Confucius.
Overcome your previous self - grow.
Try now to make beauty of this life.

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