the black squirrel
pranced and climbed..
and those gravely stones
bounding the yard..
oil drops on the pavement
spread and shaped
a reminder of how
fossils transport
and pollute..
all of these
perception and memory
are of consciousness made
with such wild and varied
colorations..
please add your own
from this your moment
to include
a poem entitled
the black squirrel...
to include
a poem entitled
the black squirrel...
(meditation while walking)
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