The delicacy
Of these sounds:
A train, lizards in the bush,
Distant religious music
Loud enough for me
To chant with,
Celebration of voices
Rising up into the sky
Simplicity with sitar
Climbing with the moon,
Quarter crescent,
A lute and the stars
All become you
Me, us.
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your poetry reminds me who I am….thanks!