morning meditation
letting the idea of you rise
from my stomach into my chest
like the memory of fields
carried on the steam
from a cup of tea
Buddha dances on the wall
to the beat of the candle flame
until he’s stopped for a moment
by a frozen flash of lightning
this morning I awoke!
with a desperate need to poop
had to wait for two other people
to use the bathroom
hopping from foot to foot
such is life
21 May 2012
Brooklyn NY
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