Zen Tomorrow Comes
A daily poem, some zen, some not and occasionally a cup of tea for the mind.
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Wednesday, September 7, 2011
CHOKA
The stream slows its flow
past the park bench, now unused
awaiting the first snowflakes.
The trout swims downstream
for the lake, where the water
gently yields its fading warmth.
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