Relax, Take Notes…

By Gregory Kurowsky

Relax and take notes,

on how the grass bends around my foot,

life-filled and boundless,

a single Zen flower in a

field that runs for miles,

tranquil in the strangest ways.

Time is so endless, but

there’s never quite enough.

So try as hard as possible

to

make it

worth

something.

I’ve got no soul left to sell.