May 052015

In a lot of pain
could not sleep all night
in too much pain

Finally woke up just before dawn
drank some java, stumbled outside
into the clean mountain air

looked into the branches
of great trees, and spied the glowing moon
and heard the cry of a solitary bird

an invisible bird
and its clear as a flowing stream

Then I walked back in
finally relaxed, settled down on the coach
and fell into a dreamless sleep

Now I am awake again
and feeling fresh and new
writing this poem for you

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