don't repress anything

engage senses
a foreign man in myanmar
makes his living by reading
standing in a coffee shop
reading on a train
singing words flying free from a little story
crows release wing words gliding over a forest
above falling yellow leaves
a canopy of green shelters
debris decay leaf blankets soft shaded
meditating monks in burgundy
touching whorls
gentle way
soft eyes
sunlight saturday shatters shadows
as invisible traveler scribbles women
rearranging small orange carrots
wilting leaves
incense smoke curls into chinese temple
light as women wash flowers framing
red yellow orange
flickering buddha lights
enticing past present future potentials
in the long now