Lotus Cushion Of Main Street (Poem)

I sit within the silence of distraction held by the noise of morning’s rush

rumble of trains and shriek of car alarms

industrial counterpoint to ongoing birdsong and chatter of squirrels

louder than any of these the clangor of mind

bang and buzz of thoughts going here there off in every direction

follow me follow me follow me each one cries

I pay every due a brief nod of acceptance bid farewell continue to sit

aware in the swirl of cacophony

not yet gone beyond but here and here and here

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