JB
As in autumn now rain turns to gray
this unhappy world without a sense
that it doesn’t see, find or too want
lost in vain nonsense or importances
Pure white plum tree is looking for space
among meaningless jumble of buds
shrunk in uncertain passage to green.
I keep watch around looking for peace
March, 3rd 2020
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