Fri, 02/09/2018 - 12:51 -- jpo2000

Atrophy is the half burnt sage upstanding in its little gourd vegetable home

Frozen and scentless like the dead tree it sits on

Atrophy is the old bhikkus zen reminder that he is the sage and the tree

And the cloud and the sunshine


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