evasive patience

chasing patience down
dark corridors, search every
nook, still it evades me

meditation leads
my way, inhaling slowly
i ring my brass bowl

there it goes so quick
around a corner it slips
once more escaping
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© 2004-2010 Donna Peach. All rights reserved.

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