8.22.2014

butterfly benches

swide open fields

water drippling, running

spraying, flowing

through flowered gardens

and Japanese teas.

chi-chi-chiping voices

on softening breeze

moving full tipping

branches

with wind blown

sub-ease.

a garden, a garden

from world’s first

pray tell

the footsteps, the One

who makes all things

well.

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