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Friday, April 22, 2011

Nothing is Separate

There is a Santa Rosa plum tree,
which I planted,
on the 118th day of 1975,
over the septic field
in the more-or-less-an-acre
at 6045 Hyland Way,
Penngrove, California.

There is the world
as it is and
there is the world
which we see.
I am certain, however,
that I am in that tree
and that tree is in me.
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2 comments:

  1. Buddah MoskowitzApril 22, 2011 at 11:30 PM

    Dan

    Thanks for the great tribute poem. It really touched me and few things have made me that happy as a writer.

    Thanks again,
    Mosk

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  2. Dan PaicopulosApril 23, 2011 at 6:40 AM

    you are more than welcome...I hope you get how much pleasure your serious-silly awards provide...what a delight

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