Ed Ruzicka

November Zen
 
As dawn washes
shade to color,
Venus
still splashes
between black limbs,
a bead of dew
rests on the lime
and lemon bands of
a banana leaf
In this drop
where all this
stands,
reflected
there is a small,
receding
window
that plunges
downward
forever in
infinite
depth.

Ed Ruzicka has recently found that he can blend in seamlessly. Whether testing the firmness of a mango at Albertsons, walking hospital halls, sipping suds at a music fest or pausing by a park bench in Cusco to tie his shoe, he exults in the luxury of oblivion. He has one book out and has appeared in a wide range of literary magazines. More at edrpoet.com