a heavy cart
rumbles by-
peonies tremble
Buson Yosa
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From the painting
Murder of crows at dawn
Am I given to believe that the thieves on this earth
And the solar systems beyond are interrelated
I remember the rockets fearsome take-off
I watched, in real-time, the moon landing
I tremble with those peonies
That such a thing is possible
Yet I am more than happy
To depend and co-depend
My cart is not so heavy
When laden with my brothers and sisters