In our neighborhood
If there were other trees
I would not love you so.
But if you knew
How to play hopscotch with me
I would love you much more.
My beautiful tree.
When you die
I hope we’ll have moved
To another neighborhood.
translated by Murat Nemet-Nejat
at a meeting
exploring options
talk swiftly changes
when business cards are exchanged
it’s that last name
bells ring
suddenly a call is made
across seas an ocean
seven hours away
and names faces
a world reappears
what was new
is now familiar
a small world
isn’t it
getting smaller every day
and suddenly
you are who you were
who you always
have been
Being Present for the Moment
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