Never have I
Clasped the blades of summer,
With it's brilliant celebration
That gilds a field
With endless invocation.
As though bathing in its golden shower,
While the cicadas lyre a song of passion,
And the same slipping flows
Finds its way
To where my garden drink its fill of colors.
Yet time, the tax collector,
Drags a debt that chains me tight,
What was left in my wallet?
The final essence
From which I might recover.
2007/9/25
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Let not a drop of desire
Disturb the heart in ripples
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