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Lions Roar : January 2003
54 SHAMBHALA SUN JANUARY 2003 May 23, 1999 There is nothing To say I am content. Zelie On her blue bike Has gone off To feed The dogs. The Writer’s Life During those times I possess the imagination to ignore The chaos I live The writer’s life: Ilieinbed Gazing out The window. To my right I notice My neighbor Is always painting And repainting His house. To my left My other neighbor Speaks of too much shade Of tearing Out Our trees. Sometimes I paint My house Orange & apricot, Butterscotch & plum— Sometimes I speak up To save The trees. The days I like best Have Meditation Lovemaking Eating scones With my lover In them. Walks on the beach Picnics in the Hammock That overlooks The sea. Hiking in the hills Leaning on Our Walking sticks. Writers perfect The art Of doing nothing So beautifully. We know If there is A butterfly Anywhere For miles Around It will come Hover & maybe Land On our head. If there is a bird Even flying aimless In the next County It will not only Appear Where we are But sing. If there is A story It will Cough In the middle Of our Lazy Day Only once Maybe more & announce Itself. The Days I Like Best Have Meditation, Lovemaking, Eating Scones in Them New Poems by Alice Walker