Japanese Garden
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Japanese Garden
Peacefully, walking
between mossy
glens of
red maples,
crushed stone,
bamboo dripping
singular drops,
soothing souls,
and rivulets
joining to
streambed, falls,
wind bending
water lilies,
the koi
rising reverently,
a wedding
in progress,
we watch
the couple
respectfully from
a distance,
bridal white,
eyes beaming,
and later
pause as
they cross
our path,
bow respectfully,
whisper congratulations,
softly honoring
them as
they exit,
acknowledged by
a smile,
and we
kiss, again,
again, the
teahouse bench,
the bridge,
each path
along the
Way, soft
tender as
the bonsai,
as crane,
chrysanthemum,
peony (white)
beckon us
on, your
shiny cornsilk
hair brushes
my wizened
beard, as
we, too,
whisper our
I Love
Yous under
the wizard
trees’ mossy
beards along
marble steps
amid lanterned
paths and
as weathered
stone markered
ancestral memorials
watch the
jade heaven
new Wave
of our
own new
beginning, its
own path
to Beauty,
and our
eyes flash
the smiles
of Happy
Buddhas, we
bhodisatva-like
having postponed
our own
Nirvana, until:
Now!
Later, in
the parking
lot, kissing
to Bocelli,
tears of
joy, the
magical majestic
and completely
amazing wonderment
we share,
the gratitude
we feel
at our
findings, peacefully,
the rich
peacock teal
blue-green
warmth as
the sun
sets upon
our wonderful
day visiting
Japanese Gardens:
Our most
perfect day—
until tomorrow.
--July 21, 2002
Flight 3028 Somewhere
Over Lake Erie,
@pth
Peacefully, walking
between mossy
glens of
red maples,
crushed stone,
bamboo dripping
singular drops,
soothing souls,
and rivulets
joining to
streambed, falls,
wind bending
water lilies,
the koi
rising reverently,
a wedding
in progress,
we watch
the couple
respectfully from
a distance,
bridal white,
eyes beaming,
and later
pause as
they cross
our path,
bow respectfully,
whisper congratulations,
softly honoring
them as
they exit,
acknowledged by
a smile,
and we
kiss, again,
again, the
teahouse bench,
the bridge,
each path
along the
Way, soft
tender as
the bonsai,
as crane,
chrysanthemum,
peony (white)
beckon us
on, your
shiny cornsilk
hair brushes
my wizened
beard, as
we, too,
whisper our
I Love
Yous under
the wizard
trees’ mossy
beards along
marble steps
amid lanterned
paths and
as weathered
stone markered
ancestral memorials
watch the
jade heaven
new Wave
of our
own new
beginning, its
own path
to Beauty,
and our
eyes flash
the smiles
of Happy
Buddhas, we
bhodisatva-like
having postponed
our own
Nirvana, until:
Now!
Later, in
the parking
lot, kissing
to Bocelli,
tears of
joy, the
magical majestic
and completely
amazing wonderment
we share,
the gratitude
we feel
at our
findings, peacefully,
the rich
peacock teal
blue-green
warmth as
the sun
sets upon
our wonderful
day visiting
Japanese Gardens:
Our most
perfect day—
until tomorrow.
--July 21, 2002
Flight 3028 Somewhere
Over Lake Erie,
@pth
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