One small, plasticBuddha--relicfrom an abandonedkey-ring--squatsimperturbablybeside the microwave.One morecup of coffee,steaming. Equanimity?
And:
Dead birdsof paradisein the flower vase,their heads brown,skeletal. In offendeddignity, they awaitremoval to the trash--the green bin.
There. Simple. Done in no time at all. A tribute to a moment valued, not ignored like too many of our moments. If you're not writing a small stone a day, maybe you should be. Give it a try. The world will thank you.
3 comments:
Peter, I so admire your creative input into so many things. Like the output of small stones. I tried it, but shied away sending it worriing about its incorrect English. I already pre-ordered your new book and waiting excitedly for its arrival.
Happy New Year to you all, including Luka's first one.
Thanks, Eva! You're probably the first to order the book. Delighted it was you! Don't worry about the English: it's not a grammar contest! Happy New Year to you
very nice stones; I particularly like the one about the Birds of Paradise - great play on words ...
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