the turtle does not see her spots
the monkey does not really laugh
Picchu's voice is hear over the stillness of morning
Time the great executioner
today is my friend's funeral
He died in a fire in his house
Tragic and sad
I go to honor him
My feet are bad
But I still go
the salamander slithers
the frog jumps
the earth worm moves through mud
the day begins with memory
the night is over
the black and white sequences of silence
cover my face
How about You?
Anita Schiffman Holzberg
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