MEDITATION























MEDITATION

One piece of sunlight
on the fence,
shows two days of wiring
on the dwarf Spruce bonsai.
Next spring it gets a pot from Japan.

My old Indiana friend
walks me through a forest
he planted himself
surrounding a 200-year
red oak that fell this spring.

His neighbor, driving by
wanted to cut it up
for firewood.
What are you going to do with it?
he asked. Nothing,

Nothing, my friend said.
Fence rows take up our talk,
much of it. Each of us
with a Gingko. Each with a path
to China and the ancestors.

Jim Bodeen
8 July 2014



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