Morning Birds

in the dark

Zen Buddhism

Coffee, so dark

I achieve Satori.

I write

their songs

I live mine

as cars honk

I cut through their anger

Fitting into

a silk robe

I approach

the phones.

I am

that ancient master

overflowing

with waterfalls.

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