seated, the old dog
Too short if overToo long if still going onLife is a bubble
on the horizon
the wind moves with ease, never straying or waiting,for us to follow.
A single raindrop — Clouds that drift in the distance,Like a flock of birds.
A round yolk of gold,Rises from behind a hill,The lone sparrow chirps.
Teachers come in all shapes and colors,Even when darkness…