May the delicate seasonal beauty take flight,
Penetrate window, door, and, with sleight
Of hand, carve intricate chimney patterns so rare
That they awaken, astonish, their simplicity Bare
Truth in Natural cape, a Truth no dictator dare lame,
Cast, defeated, underground enchained,
Nay through the untold hours of dearth,
A piece of peace places thrones on Earth,
And scattered thus, vision germinates
While curious hare, white peacock circulate.
MG
A Thanksgiving Meditation
I gaze within the soup and find
The tough reality and rind
Of squash and ginger, onion skin
And celery, sliced fine, sliced thin
To spice the diced and chronic thoughts
That boil and simmer, never lost
Within my heart and stomach, mind
That search for reasons lawyers bind
To depositions to present in court
Before the world, which could not abort
The catastrophic video played
And played and still relayed
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