Sitting firmly
in dirt and pine needles, back to a log.

Watching a pair of chipmunks
chasing each other &mdash
investigate the food.

Listening to a cricket
nearby, somewhere;
some birds, distant.

Suddenly the hunger
lifts from within me &mdash
starts to depart.

My senses


Sept.17, 1971
Navarro Woods, Ca.

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