TAKING OUT THE GARBAGE

Bent low
to pick up
just one
of all the pieces
that, of my life,
leave traces. . .

I straighten up–

Two morning stars
shine there
to greet
my unsuspecting,
slowly waking
eye. . .

It’s so
surprising what we see,
even in the morning twilight,
when we
just so happen
to raise our eyes
so high. . .

Where the limit’s
actually infinite–
what we can find
in the powers
of our mind,
as we reflect upon
and search
the Universal sky. . .

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