Blending

by that river I bend down
to note down in my notebook
for I hear the water flow but see not
the bottom of the bed, not even knee deep

I breathe the fresh air but creeps that doubt
I think I feel the pollutant
inside the hairy cave as my eyes gaze across
the floating smoke

but breeze brings closer the tall grass
to hug, while the flower on crown kisses
my cheeks, but does it also say:
take it easy

now I become truly aware
of my ignorance of the music
of another language
earlier my eardrums did vibrate

for songs of winged friends
but my eyes transcending colour
that determines my career and size
of my worn out purse

for once I saw the transcendental unity
the perfect blending of north
with the south, with a clout of the latter
in the human litter by the river

sun-ripe: apple banana with citrus pectin
and natural flavour, a perfect dried fruit snack
recommended also for those striving
hard to keep that harm count low