it’s, for me, L.,
a river
a path
a way
we all arrive
when
we each arrive
where we
do arrive
it may be, while in our piles of shit,
that suddenly
grow daisies everywhere
and everyday
i think
each must let each other
arrive
as you
finally did
and there will be
even further stops
on your fancy train of trains
daisies bloomed
and
here you
are
a path
a destiny
both it seems
are quite the same
god,
well,
that’s both the path
and the destiny
daisies all the time
– gishi bian
9 December 2015
5:30 pm mst usa
i can smell ’em
quite fragrant
quite pretty
every day
every way
(we get to love
until we learn to
love)
