After reading This Present Moment by Gary Snyder__

Just north the muddy Muscatatuck river
An Indiana vein flows

Torrential memory rush
Cold winter rain

“This present moment”
This resonating instant

“this our body” dragging
The southern Indiana
Pistol City sound

Where the Great Blue Heron
Stands one legged

Waiting for the fish of
Impermanence
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(automatic poem) walking a tightrope_

Walking a tight-rope
Between worlds

Arms out-stretched
Balancing a book
In each palm

Never-ending leaves
Rustling in the vacuum
Of space

Never dying lung
Living song
Of being

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