SOFT EASY TEMPERATE MORNING
Soft easy temperate morning.
The black walnut trees
are laid back in themselves like idle guitars
as their leaves pick out random notes on the wind
like the ghosts of old songs
they wrote a long time ago.
Bliss is joy with just a touch of sorrow
to deepen the taste of happiness
like two sisters of emotion
sharing the same spirit.
One a river.
The other an ocean.
PATRICK WHITE
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