(c) 2022 by Michael L. Utley

(#247)

barren apple trees
culled from orchards without thought
so many regrets

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(#248)

in the desert
all pretense is stripped away
only truth survives

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(#249)

wooden ladle and tin cup
and a bone-dry well
life’s futility

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(#250)

take the empty cup
drink my fill of nothingness
let me live in peace

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(#251)

dragging the river
somewhere in the murky depths
I may find myself

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(#252)

leave the stones unturned
let the clouds drift where they may
live in harmony