question – other animals

how do I hold this pen that winks

and becomes a tree trunk

what question would you have me ask

the mice in such a rush

when they start to talk about you

you’ll wish it were blossoms

with just a grain of sand to carve

but it won’t come to that

a motorcycle as it starts to consider a question

the wind & rain a gamelan

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a tree broken by the wind I only have questions this morning

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bare trees in bright sun why is it so hard to be nice to myself

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one more I say and stare at the clouds