Grasses pose and fold
a green sensation woven
of nonchalant breeze.
In gold Sosatsu taught them
to hold us so. So we learna brassy meta-
physics of remembering;
rhythms of falling
Mosses from every stone
mouth emerald likenings.The wind after rain
on the waters reciting
grammar of fractures.
Or, three times three gives hapless
nine: amusing lessons all.
Stephen Sandy.
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