Tree

A girl of woman  called from the mind of a child
Beyond hay stacks on horizon rising like temples
Mounds of golden straw for making little houses,
And  soft cud for ruminating cows in  moonlight .
Tall palms stood in lines on paddy field hedges.
A river snake slithered in the dry plains  of gold.

I ask where is  girl, body and mind, minus  body.
When the mind merely existed the body laughed
Now there is only laughter with no laughing body
Now girl shall be  a  tree that will do the laughing
Whenever there is  a  gentle breeze from the sea.
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