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buddha
Submitted by fogman on March 24, 2007 – 9:14 amOne Comment
Buddha
by jim benz
Ben stood by the creek, skipping stones.
Under his feet, the ground was wet and muddy.
Despite a cool breeze, Ben wore no jacket.
Donna, his mother, always complained about this.
Haven’t you got any sense? she’d ask.
Afraid not, he’d reply.
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Simple enough. It seems to lead us off a cliff of austerity or at least back around to the title of poem.