drinking tea from a bowl…
i sit here amazed….
wind blowing through the pine trees….
a screen door separating
the natural world from me…..
(i didn’t want to let the bugs in)
but i feel like a bug myself…
in this house of dust….
while the dirt outside
is clean and fresh….
(except for the  tailpipes exhaust)
a juxtaposition
of my exhausting life….
ZONGS OF ZAMZARA 