Outside My Window

by Ken Ireland

dedicated to Chris Wilson, head of practice at Spring sesshin, a generous, guiding spirit and friend


The constant light rain
clears momentarily. 

Cold.

A bird's three bare notes—
infinite variations
flood over me.

Red Camilla blossoms
fall

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