Monday, February 21, 2011

Wasps

Warmer, the wasps awaken.

They visit me in the kitchen as I work.

I close them gentlly in a tissue

And release them on the porch.

We mean each other no harm.

And though their sting could kill,

They have no criticism or idea.

Money has no meaning among wasps.

Taoists strive for emptiness.



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