Across Oceans of Compassion
Vermont maple syrup
flows bitter sweet through my pen
as silent monks fall.
Autumn orange stands
tall, still, with Myanmar roots.
Breathe my violence in
Breathe in maple’s gifts
of O2 and fluid veins.
The leaf touches me.
CO2 released ~
Winter comes early this year.
We know what to do.
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