We Eat at Denny’s Late

Re-collection

Things fall apart.
The bird falls from the sky,
the branch splits from the apple tree,
leaves and feathers mix
with the dust at my feet.

Poem: Mind

Mind

Falling asleep,
I thought about
the mind being
like a cloud taking in rain.

I thought about bringing the mind to hover
over a lake of kindness—
a basin of sweet water to soak up.

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