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POEM: vespers


the house is quiet
a chickadee sings nearby
cars pass on the road below
somewhere close the dog naps

yet again my attention is drawn
toward the great question
at the heart of all people
the question that cannot be answered

I was, I wasn’t, I am, I’m not, I will be, I won’t be
I shot twenty-four arrows this afternoon
one hit the small pink target on the hay bale
the rest disappeared into the mist

I have a post office box & a driver’s license
am I real now?

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2 June 2021
Greensboro Bend VT

Published in Buddhism My poems Poetry Vermont


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