Death visits this morning
A ball in the chest
Grief clothed as anxiety
The melancholy ball
Cannot be absorbed
Like you / finding my
Self gesticulating
Like you / cutting air
Putting it back in
Box or small bag
Like two Buddhas
In metal frames
Portable in case
Of wandering
Oh bag of Buddhas
And bag with one
Old joint and paraphernalia
Launching toward spaciousness
"She was fearless”
Steve said / and I
“perhaps too” / nearly
Finished your bardos
We’ll not know how
You come out the other side
Unless in the faces of dogs
Or a man washing another’s
Dirty feet (without video
Proof) / there’s kindness
And careers in kindness
Sung loudly on Instagram /
The proof machine I
Am I and you are watching
Me be me / no doubt
To our existences
Except when they end
Intentionless wandering
Begins / water flows
Back into Lahaina
After fires destroyed
Archives and shirt shops
Crazy democrat / fire
An island paved over for
Baseball wishes to return
Ichiro’s inside the park
Home run / standing up!
A model for cycles
Flowing back / gone are
Plantations / tourist mai tais /
(But banyan is growing back!)
Stay with us a while /
Boddhisattva / let us cleanse
In your clarity / tell developers
To fuck off / one hand holds
The map the other
taro root
Blue Tara hold my hand
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