Sitting here
under the bodhi tree
I saw you beauty
moving through a cloud
of tourists in some piazza
like anyone else I could tell
you were still struggling
with old lives and one morning
crossing into the city I saw you
running along the still invisible shore
there is something in the world
that wants to levitate us
to suspend us and leave us
floating in mid-air
while something else
some colder thing wants to
pound us right into the ground
to cauterize our senses with
disappointment and regret
but I saw you beauty playing
both sides of that net.
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