ON A MAY MORNING

Little difference

between night, dawn and day

now; same white clouds,

dark green land,

and same thoughts,

the weight of them

that keeps the mind brooding

- and the light wings

of the few of them

that rise and fly,

and allow other things

to swell and rise in their wake

as they go past 

what is

to that which imagination

gives brief life,

life of desire and joy

that sweep aside

all that kept the mind brooding

and kept the pale morning

no different from the dim night.

30.05.2025

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