Penelope Cake
Monday, September 8, 2014
I thought this poem today, and now I am writing it down...
I hear the wind
and imagine the trees
are breathing.
The cicadas drone
like the music of India.
I sit with my dog
and our hearts beat
in synchronicity.
I think this may be
the poetry
of meditation.
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