 clouds
peak
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Michael McClintock
August bliss . . . scratching after shedding the boots
while busy
cutting my toenails, the Buddha departed in the ghetto sharing the dog's dinner
boiled cabbage
eaten hours ago but still with us where three drowned the lake water sparkles in the morning
a room
with a window and the enormous sea with no kites in the sky the wind moves on
all there is
between heaven and earth --- towering clouds |