Site icon A Hundred Falling Veils

Four Emptinesses

not only the aspen
wear nothing, not only
the sky

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shoveling
the walk, making a path
for the sun

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the rose does not try
to re-adhere fallen petals—
still this impulse to fix

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in the sky, a door,
in the door, a sky, in the
sky a door

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