Medi(t)ation I have taken refuge in the resolution of conflict, this camel’s 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)
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