99poems/greentea
A sleepy afternoon,
I drink green tea,
room temp
and listen
to someone
play sarod.
Something
I have never
seen.
Outside
the asparagus
fern moves
so slowly
as to be almost
imperceptible.
And I
as well.
6/14/99
99poems/greentea
A sleepy afternoon,
I drink green tea,
room temp
and listen
to someone
play sarod.
Something
I have never
seen.
Outside
the asparagus
fern moves
so slowly
as to be almost
imperceptible.
And I
as well.
6/14/99