One minute
Meditations,
That’s all
I seem to be doing,
Each one
Of which,
Leads to
Another bout of reflection
And then,
I write about it,
In between
Sips of hot black tea,
Meting out words
Like lemon drops,
Popping them
Into my mouth,
Tasting the
Tangy sweetness,
Chewing
And swallowing;
And then,
Reaching
For
Another one;
And starting
All over,
Until I’ve et
The whole packet;
And then,
Reaching
For
Another package
From the cupboard.
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Thursday, March 8, 2012
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