A speckle of dust
Flies in his face
Defeating a smile
Standing aside
A wail of wind
Blows by his mind
Distracting a thought
Where frustration resides
A feast or a famine
Flooding rains or dry earth
Food thrown in the bin
A lone man is diving
Cherish the lentils
The taste on the tongue
A tree falls in the night
The lone man is surviving
Time comes to visit
Warp speed falls asleep
Sitting – just sitting
Devoid of surmising
The air is stripped bare
Eyes closed to one’s anger
The man looks above
What he sees is surprising
He comes to the doorway
Of too much or too little
From forehead to stomach –
Defying his vow
Building forever
And always and lasting
When always is ever
And ever is now
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