The White Place

A pantoum

The white place claimed its same splendor

Petals edge, sandy and crisp

Delicate spring breeze grandma tatted

All the laundry soaking in its cleanliness

Petals edge, sandy and crisp

As flowers yawn and stretch all over summer

All the laundry soaking in its cleanliness

Inviting, stark, pure familial fibers

As flowers yawn and stretch all over summer

Woven like laughter

Inviting, stark, pure familial fibers

As Buddha clouds meditate the sky

Woven like laughter

Round like ice cream

As Buddha clouds meditate the sky

So do I meditate this softness

Round like ice cream

Light wave-riding foam

So do I meditate this softness

And gentle ways of being

Light wave-riding foam

Lingers as it hits the sand

And gentle ways of being

Stay with me on sunny mornings

Linger as they hit the sand

The white place claims its same splendor

Stays with me on sunny mornings

Delicate spring breeze grandma tatted.

April 30, 2003

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