Grove

In the grove of light

We practice meditation,

holly with great spirits-

penetrating our dear souls

Healing our body and minds.

union

A man on the corner in silence

Oppressed by his undone thoughts,

His heart splintered-aching

Recounts his every day tails.

Under hundreds of degrees of heat

He labors endlessly,

While shadowy men in suites

Gaze with crooked smiles.