Medi(t)ation

I have taken refuge
in the resolution of conflict,
this camelís wet nose 
	slipping
between soft tent folds

Forcefully, he slams
the door in what he
intends to be
her face
caught just in time
by the heel of her 
sandaled foot, she
laughs, the sound of
red petals breaking
their back on the floor

The writer, tired
decides now
	to sleep
before writing down
her next thoughts

As if she could re-
	create
inspiration later! 


© Jonathan Bohrn (2005)

woman looking out opening in concrete structure
woman looking out opening in concrete structure
unknown artist

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