Angry spirits
woke me up
whispering my ear.
I wonder what they want.
When l drink my morning coffee
I wonder what they want,
when l brush my teeth
I ask them. They scatter round,
and whine. As only angry spirits can whine.
Morning sun |
In the garden, on the grass: l hit one,
with a Tai Chi arrow. Another with a yoga kick. There are no such things you may say. But there are, there are.
Thai Chi crossbow stance create perfekt arrows. Yoga moves can floor, the most obnoxious spirit., in an ultrarapid speed.
Smack, smack, smack.
Little spirits gliding down,
alongside tree trunks grass straws
the side of my cheek
Good riddance