Monday, 4 January 2021

Sospiri. Completed Version)


Listening to rain 
after the lotus has withered.
Tears falling onto the broad 
                                     lake


I place my phone on top of this book of Zen poems -
Impermanence is what counts in the world today


If the rain is beating time
Upon your bedroom window
Please scratch our names
in the glass


Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
January 4th. - February 4th. 2021.
 
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