| Examples Of My Poetry |
| Abode A threshold without a door. A dirt floor for sleeping not sweeping me off my feet. The smooth,cool clay and a warm serape by a dying fire are all that are required to woo me. |
| All poems property of Dani Van Buskirk. |
| Listen From a solitary bamboo flute a low, mournful note cries to the amethyst sky. It is calling. In the silent Zen garden a master patiently waits. Where have the students gone? He is calling. On the eve of her death a woman silently weeps for the world she is leaving alone. She is calling. By the light of a new moon whose face is hung low to the earth a child looks up in wonder. He is listening. |
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