Hazy Acres

Shutters like a camera 

Eyes 

Souls 

Moments that evaporate 

Birds bounce on the limbs 

Shifts in the sound palette 

Whose your teachers 

Find a meaning 

Another moment passed 

You’re still watching the birds

Forgetting to forget 

Then a flash of their face 

How they move

Back to the bird 

Random sounds near the garden

House creaks 

Plans running in the mind 

Then you see them 

Randomly 

Years ago 

Or now 

Shutters like a camera 

This minds interior 

Rushing not to rush 

Where is this place 

Here is one 

Over there is one 

Then the face

Sound 

Bird 

House 

One burning candle 

No plans are their plans 

For you 

Sitting 

As the water filter drips 

Slightly