Tuesday, February 6, 2007

4:53 AM

4:53 AM. Above
the ceaseless night
hum of the city,
a siren's shrill,
distant; then
another, closer.
I lie here
thinking: some
person's disaster,
some person's
agony, some
person's death,
perhaps. Send
metta: may
this person be
spared the pain
and suffering.
May this person
not be deprived
of the good fortune
he has attained.

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