The Buddha Trees, by pd lyons


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sometimes autumn is all there is sometimes autumn is all there is

The Buddha Trees

I have escaped.

Finding myself

In a foreign country

Smoking endlessly free tobacco

Finding myself

Only able to sit by this window

Looking at trees

One after the other

I have escaped.

Finding myself

In new running shoes

Safe among strangers

Finding myself

Only able to hear music in my head

La  la la la la   la laaa

A woman’s voice

As if asking,

Could I take up my instrument once more?

As if saying,

Together we could skip through spring once more.

As if trusting the concealment of trees

Had been enough.

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  • Edward-David Ruiz  On November 27, 2017 at 3:23 am

    Thanks for sharing. Wonder if they are native to these shores. We have a truly colorful one called The Fire Tree; in fact, there’s one across the street from where we live. Ditto for one with profuse yellow flowers called “April Showers.” Anyhow, lovely photo; lovely poem. e/s

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