Uncommon within Commonality
Everything is so common
It is not worth paying attention
Any more
Kids growing up
Accidents, shootings, even funeral
Breakfast lunch and dinner
Sunrise and sunset
It appears as if everything repeats itself like clockwork
Hidden in the mundane life
Things happen
Seeds germinate and become plants
Grandsons become grandfathers
Mustache and bosoms creep up
In the crack in parking lots
Weeds display flowers and seeds
The geography of my face changes
Still time seems nirvikar (unattached)
Like the surface of the ocean
Devoid of tumultuous inside
((*.*))
December 15, 2012
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