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22 September 2005, 7 am | Poem

[sunrise]

Inside an open rose
a tree frog
no bigger
than my thumbnail.
I try to imagine
rest like that,
tucked
in such a bed of petals.
I try to imagine
prayer like that,
listening
so intently
in the early light
and saying so little.

— Bernardo Taiz

 

Comments

  1. wow, I love this poem!

  2. Another for my collection! Thanks, Mark……

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