After the storm

Bamboo
broken and fallen
litters my way.

Cars yielding humbly
as if for reason
only for a moment
only today.

The river returned to its borders.
The air breathes calmly again.
The clouds let me see the sky.

Broken leaves
just a moment in time.

Now we see
but soon we will only remember
because just like the river
life wanders forward.
It never looks back.

Ralph Jensen (c) 2016. All rights reserved.

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