Pebble
Cold night. Silent drizzle.
A pebble meditates
by the open window. I see
in her eyes
the distant stars
the motionless clouds
the solitary airplane
-- inside a girl sleeps
on her mother's lap
-- inside a husband kisses
his wife goodnight
-- inside a pilot dreams
a skylark without wings
-- inside an old man listens
alone to Bach.
Dear pebble --
let me live your life
-- without you
I cannot see to see.
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