There is so much to cover
Like thistles near the inlet
One moment, a rendezvous fire
The next the Tao’s darkness
Impossible to penetrate
The heart of hearts
Being praised up
And down the vineyard
Like a child’s tight curls
This panorama takes place
By time and light
And by degrees
A small and beautiful sea
Escapes into the quiet evening
Like a coal growing cold
A warm pocket
Beneath the hull of a boat
Over the marina
Of luckier and penetrating reflections.
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