and then a mere moment in the world

For a Stone Girl at ___Sanchi

half asleep on the cold grass

night rain flicking the maples

under a black bowl upside-down

on a flat land on a wobbling speck

smaller than stars, space, the size of a seed,

       hollow as bird skulls.

light flies across it –never is seen.

a big rock weatherd funny,

old tree trunks turnd stone,

split rocks and find clams.

all that time loving; two flesh persons changing,

       clung to, doorframes notions,

spear-hafts in a rubble of years.

                touching, this dream pops.

it was real:

and it lasted forever.

                                                                                  Gary Snyder
















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