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Meditation, Sunset, Beach, Naked

Another time, another place,

maybe I’d fight, “save face”.

But today, tonight, I don’t care.

Zen.

 

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Vino 2

Puissant, in a perverted sense,

tormenting my being and essence.

Self-centered, supercilious, bloated, loathsome enemy;

daily presence, such stress is deadly.

Regardless, in peaceful times, when my mind is able,

I do what I can to detach.

And tonight, henceforth, as far as I’m concerned,

that pissant doesn’t exist.

 

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

1

Less than two years ago, they knew me,

now, I’d been forgotten, apparently.

Actually, I’m glad I haven’t been recognized.

Both then and now, I was and am

an outsider,

separate but here,

with these kids,

together but apart.

Shared experience, but not identity.

I prepare myself for the coming exam.

I hear one ask another: “Who’s that?”

Then: “I don’t know, the anonymous one.”

I smile within myself: How far I have come!

 

©SvetkaSamizdat