Green Hope

a cement stall, littered with soiled straw~
a wooden door , a metal clamp~
stains of time-weathered passage~
still not used to the fleeting feeding of worn-out days~
the hopes of more than comfort, not found within~
better to be cold without~
rambling toward the still-eyed stupa~
away from the unknown into the unknown~
back not turned but spinning ’round~
slowly dancing a Sufi’s trance~
to stay dry, to stay dry~
yet captured by the damp~
unyielding damp that will not cry~
forever reaching the metal clamp


Jim Hart
Administrative Assistant
Age 65
Towson, Maryland, United States of America

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