Poem

Pavilion for Washing Away Thoughts

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Wash away the mockingbird

The western one that doesn’t sing The repertoire of eastern mimics

Wash away the single point Fourteen billion years ago From which it all exploded

Wash away the wondering What was there before the bang And was it just the latest?

Wash away the word for bird Wash away her foot Washing in the stream that runs

Beside this small thatched hut