Sometimes I miss you … For one or two heart beats, For a few wandering journeys, A few lines … Ending at Buddha’s foot-steps.
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She came late, stayed over, and left around noon. A glass of water half full, A litmus paper moisten red, A few ectopic beats, Liberation from homeostasis, And a blue raincoat, leaning against my guitar-stand; All that is left from that impulse ...
And I still miss her sometime, For one or two heart beats, For a few wandering thoughts, A few lines … Ending at the Buddha’s footsteps.
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She came late,
stayed over,
and left around noon.
A glass of water half full,
A litmus paper moisten red,
A few ectopic beats,
Liberation from homeostasis,
And a blue raincoat,
leaning against my guitar-stand;
All that is left from that impulse ...
And I still miss her sometime,
For one or two heart beats,
For a few wandering thoughts,
A few lines …
Ending at the Buddha’s footsteps.
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