Ninth Selected Poem, First Quarter, 2014

This Selection is melancholy and romantic, with a glimpse of ultimate unity, perfect for Buddhists having Valentine's Day blues.


2/22


the plum trees are flowering even as we listen

the plum trees on the

rose-and-red brick street at the edge of the woods

rose-and-pink blossoms are falling even as we listen on the rose -and-red     brick street

we do not see them for we are not there, not there together

and there even as we listen

the buds are opening claret

the wind is lifting the pale-pink petals into the soft sweet air

they are drifting onto the rose-red bricks where we are not where we are not together

and there even as we listen

we are flowering together (with them) falling together (with them)

on the rose-and-red brick street

at the edge of the woods


 - - Robert R Rahl