ZONGS OF ZAMZARA

drinking tea from a bowl…

i sit here amazed….

wind blowing through the pine trees….

a screen door separating

the natural world from me…..

(i didn’t want to let the bugs in)

but i feel like a bug myself…

in this house of dust….

while the dirt outside

is clean and fresh….

(except for the  tailpipes exhaust)

a juxtaposition

of my exhausting life….