“curb-side buddha”
old naked man
sitting quietly
among fallen leaves
beside the road,
i like your purple
hat,
worn with confidence
and pride,
tilted ever so slightly
to the left,
its shadow
a minute blemish
on your buddha belly
glowing mighty
and white
in this october sky.
you are pu-tai
of the winding road
and i’ll pour a glass
for you this evening
as i drink with the moon
and sing the coyote’s song.
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