Sunday, January 16, 2011

I don't write much in January

only this silly little poem:

The baby robin
begins her job in
hunting worms outside my window.
Cheer up! Cheer up!
Oh, fill your cup
she chirped, insisting I do so.

I have nine months of practicing new life and I no longer cling to anything that drags me away from the present.

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