sunrise here
in beaver falls
moving
over and
through
the pines
and in an instant
i realize it
all of it
is me
or rather
i am it
i
you
we
are the fence
the trees
the moth
the hawk
the sunrise
we are
every stranger
and they
are us
and all
of this
too
no selves
we are
everything
and
you
are
it
bhagiti 6.24.07 beaver falls, ny
