dusk
long worms spilling
touched
return to earth
in the fading light
you say
still
we will
leave them
without injury
retreat
among them
one senses
mettacitta
a
buddha nature
a
small
eternity
lights steady red
others as stars
expansive
the unfurled leaves' blinking black
among so much spilled noise
it's true
these lights
are
LOUD
when here
under the window
the fox hunts
in ever shorter shadows