If in the afternoon I come upon a land
and find the lotus blooming there,
Will I recognise it’s flowers and fruits, 
I wonder.
Will I remember it’s story,
I wonder.
And in the evening, 
after sniffing the fragrance
of the flowers and tasting the fruit,
will I have forgotten
to wonder.
First published in Miscreant, April 2016


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