Boredom
four lids together
upturned, not quite touching, they
have nothing to cap
sunglasses waiting
no nose upon which to sit
until teaching is done
empty pitcher sits
waiting for water and a
teabag in a cup
Written by a practitioner of mathematics, philosophy, taiji, gluten-free cooking, chant, meditation, gardening, and renovation, with no particular end in mind. Were there an end, it would come too soon, and the Path would cease to Wander.
2 comments:
sigh . . .
A too lazy to sign in Aunt Bee
:^) Yeah, having the new account makes it more of a pain. On Mozilla, I just go to the google homepage and sign in there. On IE, attempting that has, thusfar, just timed out.
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