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Showing posts with label Swadesh Misra. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Swadesh Misra. Show all posts
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Thursday, October 9, 2014
Remembering to Breathe While Raking
There is a meditation to picking up sticks.
Never have I picked up more sticks in my life!
I make piles:
1 Big branches
to be (like a tv husband)
broken down, and (like a tv wife) kept,
for some fire in the desirable future.
2
Sticksized, for kindling.
3 Bitty
twigs I’ll leave on the deck
out back, for birds/squirrels to take
for nests, say, on an as-needed basis.
I put dirty or molded
wet wood with leaves
in bags they mark
‘for yard waste only,’
as if leaves & felled things
were the result of my lawn’s endocrine.
My own adrenaline kicks up when
the lawn bag breaks.
Shush shush! goes my
rake.
-by Bree
-by Bree
Bree is founder of Green Panda Press (Cleveland, OH) which
publishes poetry and art paperbacks, chaps and sundry of the small press. Her
work appears in little mags. She is the author of three memoirs.
Photo Courtesy: Swadesh Misra
Photo Courtesy: Swadesh Misra
Swadesh Misra is a photographer, writer, traveler and an artist.
He loves music, nature, divinity, dreams, country, hiking and nothing more. He
believes in miracles.
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