Listening to the river

Some people wonder
what do with the
rest of spring.
And cannot think
about taking a
not-knowing position.
I just keep walking
with poignant memories.
Along the riverbank I see
a butterfly’s torn wing.
Slender, so slender.
Just barely enough to tilt
my head away from this world.
Learning deeply from this tragedy
I keep walking and listen
to the river for music.


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