About the Turtle

What is there to say
about the turtle, content
to sit on a rock
in the middle of a pond
for many hours at a time?


Rosemary plants
along the boulevard
are in bloom;
their little flowers
host murmuring bees.


A man sells carvings 
each done on a grain of rice
for a million yuan
promising eternal luck
to anyone who buys them.


Acres of grassland
whisper secrets to the breeze
but reveal nothing
to the hawk circling above
who cries out in frustration.


A stray cat wanders
into the Buddhist temple
during prayer hour
and strolls among rows of monks
who sit in meditation.


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