Poems

I WALK THE CANAL

I walk the canal,

Teasing a problem:

Was it He who is?

Or He who will be?

A duck

Crosses the water,

Then vanishes:

A pheasants hoarseness

Invades my senses:

Fierce swans

Protect their young:

I know chaos,

But the tingle

Of delicate leaves

Imbue my life

With pure joy

 

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