walking along a path in the sweet rain

wind from across heaven’s white, unerring breast,
rustling weeping trees , as though between two mirrors-
the rolling green under your bare feet—

Sisyphus gets predictability, at the very least.
but what sand sticks to the feet of we lesser mortals?
the up and down and lilting violins play.

should we count in years?
should we stop there, satisfied?
at a dreadful, imperfect integer?

under this same sun,
forgive this penitent beggar
with kind words
and the promise of sleep.

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