Monday, May 11, 2009



He wanted to play

a Mozart violin sonata with someone,

but since he couldn’t play the violin

and didn’t know a pianist,

he went outside

and walked among stones and trees.

He saw the stones sitting precisely

where they should be,

and the trees taking each other’s hands

as breezes blew by.

He held his hands out

and they folded together like friends,

and the trees and stones

stayed where they were,

and the time of day

was just what it must be. 

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