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On the Bus

August 3rd, 2013 at 12:46 pm

 

Now when I look at New York City

I see Alaska, in my mind’s eye

 

The fox running

Crossing the moistly heated street

 

And the Grizzly bear

Hovering over the tall buildings

 

My Grandma’s favorite poem

Now speaks to me

 

There is Alaska

There is New York City

And there is me

Quiet like the water in a lake

Loving the look in babies eyes

 

There is Alaska

There is New York City

 And there is an island

Surrounded by coming waters

Purring softly at its shores.

 

 

 

Tags: poems, meditation, tao, nature