Wednesday, January 24, 2024

THREE LINES

 

I explain to my cat that she

Has been dead for a year

She seems unimpressed.



Here, for one night only, Maitreya,

Buddha of the Future,

Dancing his fool head off



A dog so small she's

Just a breath away

From being the idea of a dog



Your shadow, knowing

Everything about you,

Remains anyway.

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