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There is a girl who loves me even though I fear it is ridiculous to do so. I tell her this and she replies with:
Sitting (waiting) Zen
The freight rumbles
blowing diesel, and pure
humid summer night
drowns the hiss of a pop-top.
The sunflower is not visible now
but it is certainly there.
As is incandescence
in the black, on the
blank staring 3am blindeyed
screens otherwise
full of ashes and pulp
and stingy dreams.
In the weeds, a frog sings to a star.
And how do I reply to that?
Sitting (waiting) Zen
The freight rumbles
blowing diesel, and pure
humid summer night
drowns the hiss of a pop-top.
The sunflower is not visible now
but it is certainly there.
As is incandescence
in the black, on the
blank staring 3am blindeyed
screens otherwise
full of ashes and pulp
and stingy dreams.
In the weeds, a frog sings to a star.
And how do I reply to that?