mantras of the moment
bracketed off in
ponderings and poems
maybe a little rough
Kerouacian pop Haiku
(or American Haiku)
messy dashy lines
capturing the thinnest
slice of a slice
of the never ending present
a few flaps
of a songbird's wing
flying to the next pine
mantras of the moment
I love "a few flaps of the songbird's wing" so much!
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