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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