In Tibet
by Larry D. Thomas

a day breaks
like the silent crack
of a branch.

A child
rubs sleep
from her eyes.

Each moment
is a tome
of history.

In the mountains
a single sound
from the throat

of a monk
harbors a choir
of nine voices.

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