A perceived
injustice and a
frozen heap of sawdust
rest
against the wood line.
Eight year old guru straddles
the peak and ponders
the meaning of life.
Fire in the hearth
crackles and sparks
in a home
beyond the summit.
Guru considers a change
to prodigal status.
Needs to return,
wants to return.
But the cold wind
still
has answers to whisper.
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