Saturday, June 19, 2021

Time Folding

time folding

like the slow fan

of a weary Samurai 

sitting, rocking                                                      

               on the shore

                             of his drunken sea

its waves washing and rolling

              a sand hidden small slipper

                             once silk pink, now torn grey

   the Samurai nods and sleeps

               the tide recedes leaving its message

                             under the cover of a billion stars


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